Bankroll Lyrics

Boy, Carlos go crazy, baby boy

Making and rapping, I'm trying to go to the top screaming free all the bros

Why would I ever worry about what a fuck nigga say, I'm trying to make a big, big roll

He tried to play with the block, he don't remember that boy that got caught at the stove

Better not hide just like the landlord, knock at your door, trying to put a tag on your toe

Ayy, bitch, I'm the youngest, I know I'm the hardest

They know I can rap, so they call me a artist

Dropping hit after hit, but I'm just getting started

Ayy, better not play, you get hit just for thinking you tough

Try to spit in that whip, leave him stuck

That's what he get cause he thought he could go with his luck

Trying to make all these blues in my pocket

I'm taking off, boy, y'all niggas feel like a rocker

All of that cabbage is stopping

My niggas know that you ain't really bout it, for real

They know we send the blitz, feel like we in the field

Got too many sticks, got too many blocks

Try to play in this bitch, guess it's not T.O. grill

Bitch, this no ain't no cap in my rap

Try to run up on J's to get smacked with the strap

Every load try to tweet, take it off, fuck them out

Ayy, me and my big homie Trey screaming free all summer

They know we stay dropping them balls

Ayy, nigga, don't play with the stick

You get hit with this bitch, make a nigga run straight to his mom

Ayy, I'm on the block and I'm cracking them foes

First day out with the kick in the door

Ayy, he tried to throw up a five, make a nigga bleed out

We leave a stain on the floor

Ayy, steady screaming, fuck the East

Them niggas cap, we know to fuck niggas trolls

Ayy, Eastside K trying to tweet with the blocks

Why the fuck is you wolfing, yo, bro, they got shots

Niggas claiming they offs, but that's something they not

If they really on that, they would be on they block

Ayy, I got Vlone on my back, know them niggas won't come to the V

Ayy, know I been popping my shit

Know a nigga been turned since I was like three

Ayy, nigga, keep dissing

We make him famous, his face on a motherfucking T

Ayy, this block leave him bald

Knock off a slow nine, he missed the clean

Ayy, we put Delta ass on the opps

Them niggas say that we mean