Asian Doll, Bandmanrill, Bankroll Got It - Get Jumped lyrics
[Asian Doll, Bandmanrill, Bankroll Got It - Get Jumped lyrics]
Bankroll Got It
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow
Don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 25
For the line 'member it was 25
For the dime, ain't have 25
At the time, now it's 25 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything
But pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it
Don't play around no 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
I cannot fuck with a goofy, huh
I cannot fuck with a lame, huh
Little bro said he gon' do me
He must be dumb in his brain
He must not know all my
Niggas got unlimited aim
Have my lil bro off that score
He give a fuck 'bout the fame
Get to the money, I rack up, huh
Doot doom, I'm fucking her back up
Nigga be lame playing for the lackers
Can't go broke, won't happen, no
I wanna be, let's bankroll
I got a chop', came with a scope
Buddy gon' rob, but you a hoe
Nigga, I'm still, still, pause
Ayy, said opps bitch lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a bitch unconscious
These niggas be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, fucked up the function
Wanted a drill and he passed me the knot
Never tell on my nigga, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my nigga
In love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil bitch
So invest in the chop
Ayy, wanna be down with the gang so bad
These bitches be going out sad
187, get shoot through your mask
How you gon' beef when you know where we at?
Opps jump, bitches run
Niggas gun, catch your son
We don't do no 1-on-1
Just me and my Tommy gun
And I'm better, pussy wetter
Diamonds ice cold i rock Prada on my coat
So I put Prada on my toes
Don't invite me to no parties
I be takin' niggas hoes
If he think that I'm a player
I let this choppa wipe his nose
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow
Don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 25
For the line 'member it was 25
For the dime, ain't have 25
At the time, now it's 25 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything
But pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it
Don't play around no 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
Said opps bitch lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a bitch unconscious
These niggas be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, fucked up the function
Wanted a drill and he passed me the knot
Never tell on my nigga, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my nigga
In love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil bitch
So invest in the chop
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow
Don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 25
For the line 'member it was 25
For the dime, ain't have 25
At the time, now it's 25 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything
But pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it
Don't play around no 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
I cannot fuck with a goofy, huh
I cannot fuck with a lame, huh
Little bro said he gon' do me
He must be dumb in his brain
He must not know all my
Niggas got unlimited aim
Have my lil bro off that score
He give a fuck 'bout the fame
Get to the money, I rack up, huh
Doot doom, I'm fucking her back up
Nigga be lame playing for the lackers
Can't go broke, won't happen, no
I wanna be, let's bankroll
I got a chop', came with a scope
Buddy gon' rob, but you a hoe
Nigga, I'm still, still, pause
Ayy, said opps bitch lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a bitch unconscious
These niggas be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, fucked up the function
Wanted a drill and he passed me the knot
Never tell on my nigga, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my nigga
In love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil bitch
So invest in the chop
Ayy, wanna be down with the gang so bad
These bitches be going out sad
187, get shoot through your mask
How you gon' beef when you know where we at?
Opps jump, bitches run
Niggas gun, catch your son
We don't do no 1-on-1
Just me and my Tommy gun
And I'm better, pussy wetter
Diamonds ice cold i rock Prada on my coat
So I put Prada on my toes
Don't invite me to no parties
I be takin' niggas hoes
If he think that I'm a player
I let this choppa wipe his nose
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow
Don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 25
For the line 'member it was 25
For the dime, ain't have 25
At the time, now it's 25 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything
But pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it
Don't play around no 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
Said opps bitch lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a bitch unconscious
These niggas be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, fucked up the function
Wanted a drill and he passed me the knot
Never tell on my nigga, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my nigga
In love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil bitch
So invest in the chop