Big Bankroll

I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga

I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga

Oh, yeah, look

Big bank roll in my pocket

Ok let's go

Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope

Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes

Then had the baddest of 'em all

And I still ain't even chose

Fuck that shit, hang up the phone

Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that

Told my youngin' he bet not stop,

Spendin' on him 'til we done with that

I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah

He took that blink straight out his pants and top,

Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass

I say murder we gon' the blow the curb up

I'm talkin' to the point wherе they can't serve nothin'

I say thеy all deceased whenever that we swerve on

You better be on point, we pull up shootin', tryna murk something

One body, two body, three body, four,

Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door

Been in the 'raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes

Straight down with them poles

Bending curves with my lit bros

Out at night, get your life stole

Harbor freight, don't use no stove

Hold the shit then get it sold

Face the bitch, he break code

I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga I could make my own

We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it loose your dome

I got niggas servin' for me now, my baby mamas used to fuck

That spot you known them niggas for to

Be at, I'm the reason they ain't there

I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fair

Nigga know I'm in that car,

Most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch

Big bank roll in my pocket

Ok let's go

Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope

Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes

Then had the baddest of 'em all

And I still ain't even chose

Fuck that shit, hang up the phone

Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that

Told my youngin' he bet not stop,

Spendin' on him 'til we done with that

I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah

He took that blink straight out his pants and top,

Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass

Do she love me or do she love me not?

I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO

I'm like is I gon' kill him or is he gon' kill me?

But fuck I think jinx myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves

Man look I'm doped up and I'm fucked

Up, fuck that pussy nigga, know them

Jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga

Since I was eighteen on, who made me?

I ain't got two months without a nigga killing me a nigga

Let them niggas talk that shit for

Insta, and God I tell you I'm a bloody nigga

Two ubooks, I split between two niggas

And get it back

Officer when yout talk 'bout selling

Drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack

'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back

Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence

Any case on Mereffere to shooting back

They can't pin point who I whacked

Bring you bitches out like back to back

Make 'em come and draw a charc (Who next?)

I want another hat like mother, fuck that

I tell my twin you better not motherfuckin' touch that

Every time we see you up that

Bitch you know, gettin' bust at

Big bank roll in my pocket

Ok let's go

Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope

Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes

Then had the baddest of 'em all

And I still ain't even chose

Fuck that shit, hang up the phone

Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that

Told my youngin' he bet not stop,

Spendin' on him 'til we done with that

I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah

He took that blink straight out his pants and top,

Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass

(Drell On The Track)

(God damn BJ went [?])