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yung trel - big bank roll lyrics

{intro} lets go!
slide on your block then we let off some bullets
its a new year so im turnt to the fullest she wanna f+ck i can tell how she looking n+ggas they snitching (inaudible) i wouldn’t be trel if a n+gga came and took it he think its sweet till i hop out and pull it these n+ggas fake i can tell how he crooked slab in the kitchen i know what he cooking n+ggas they hate me because i do better to maney zips can’t fit in the dresser big ass choppa came with a suppresor look in his eyes you can tell he not a stepper she wanna fuc the first day that i met her (b+tch) he dont hold weight his name light as a feather marlo got locked up for holding barellas i cook it up now its stuck like propellars he keep talking sh+t he’ll diss in a song marlo got locked up for invading homes they think im lacking im never alone i put my trap money right where im pose he tried to hit a l!ck but he froze slide on my block then you get exposed n+ggas they lame they still beef over hoes try to steal from us we taking your soul
101 barie
promethazine in my stomach got me walking like a zombie glock 17 make them n+ggas start running i post at the trap with exotic and money i sit back and let the cup f+ck up my tummy big back wood rolled up like a mummy i know these n+ggas they envy me cause im making plays with no tv no dvd please dont get shot for avoiding them casualties
{chorus}
big bank roll big bank roll
and thats chasing bag on the way
big bank roll big bank roll big ar’s that we bring to pistol play
big bank roll big bankroll we slide on the opps promise me you won’t hesitate do what you got to do thats what my momma say 12 on my ass but im still trapping anyways
jumped off the porch at 14 started trapping i was just tryna get me some new clothes and shoes younging around n+ggas ain’t got nothing to lose but i know they gon blow cause thats the sh+t that we do (on baby)
high as a kite feel like im gaining altitude beef on the net what you tryna prove sit back and watch all b+tches get mad when they lose play with barie get cooked like spaghetti im at the trap posted up like a reverend how many straps at the trap ain’t no telling that 5.56 hit your belly you get sent to heaven you get hit just for asking a question the streets keep me away from depression the weed i was selling posted up with the gang like the president
{hook}
big bank roll big bank roll
and thats chasing bag on the way
big bank roll big bank roll big ar’s that we bring to pistol play
big bank roll big bankroll we slide on the opps promise me you won’t hesitate do what you got to do thats what my momma say 12 on my ass but im still trapping anyways

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