T.I., Young Dro, PSC - Bankhead lyrics
Young Dro [D'Juan Montrel Har] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[T.I., Young Dro, PSC - Bankhead lyrics]
Westside nigga hey
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?
See me riding in a Chevy, 44 on the seat
With a quarter O of blow
Gettin' loaded wit C
No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D
Riding Fulton Indy, where we normally be
They pull us over, you think I'm stopping
You must be fucking with me
If they don't want to die tonight
They best stop fucking with me
I'mma pull over in bowen home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they
Home while they looking for me
Hey, we the neighborhood superstars
Couple Chevys, pulling hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in
The trap with rockstars
We putting fear in cowards' hearts when
They see us on the block
Swerving in the deuce and quarter
Busting shots just because
The hell I care about getting caught
I'm making bail by twelve o'clock
Back in the spot with
The same bomb-serving drops
I pull a ho in Bangkok
Dropped her off at Tip's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops
Another day on my block
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?
I'm Cadillac daddy
Pulled up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad, ho, what's happening
Westside get them panties snapping
She asked me, can I do the Laffy Taffy?
I said I do the 'make the pussy happy'
Let's get a room over on Virginia
Step inside a suite and then continue
You're in for a little fender bender
Baby, just remember, make it quick
These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit
I'm in a bubble kush Chevy
Well at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas
Blue fire blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna
Lick for the night i treat 'em like Tina
Beat that pussy and you call me Ike
That's right
Monster ride sitting on the twenty-eights
It sound like a stadium
You would've thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick
With the Falcons on the hood
Mr, Mr westside
Yeah you know they in my hood
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?
Ain't no telling where I'm going
'less I'm stepping out
Sippin on the high life, windows up
In the clouds open up the console
That's where I got my gun
Right next to that
Get that bag and roll another one
I got the vitamins
Make a freak fuck all night hoes know
Killers on the Westside earn stripes
Make that money turn bright
Just look at my piece and my grill
Swerving off Church Street
The pimp God gave me skills
I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in '83
TI stayed up the street from me
Just cause I'm from Bankhead
Niggas having beef with me
Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V
Ten screens falling
My Chevy watching Lean On Me
Riding down Simpson
'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me
The whole zone three on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow-black
I got a bee on me
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?
See me riding in a Chevy, 44 on the seat
With a quarter O of blow
Gettin' loaded wit C
No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D
Riding Fulton Indy, where we normally be
They pull us over, you think I'm stopping
You must be fucking with me
If they don't want to die tonight
They best stop fucking with me
I'mma pull over in bowen home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they
Home while they looking for me
Hey, we the neighborhood superstars
Couple Chevys, pulling hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in
The trap with rockstars
We putting fear in cowards' hearts when
They see us on the block
Swerving in the deuce and quarter
Busting shots just because
The hell I care about getting caught
I'm making bail by twelve o'clock
Back in the spot with
The same bomb-serving drops
I pull a ho in Bangkok
Dropped her off at Tip's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops
Another day on my block
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?
I'm Cadillac daddy
Pulled up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad, ho, what's happening
Westside get them panties snapping
She asked me, can I do the Laffy Taffy?
I said I do the 'make the pussy happy'
Let's get a room over on Virginia
Step inside a suite and then continue
You're in for a little fender bender
Baby, just remember, make it quick
These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit
I'm in a bubble kush Chevy
Well at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas
Blue fire blowing out the tailpipe
Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna
Lick for the night i treat 'em like Tina
Beat that pussy and you call me Ike
That's right
Monster ride sitting on the twenty-eights
It sound like a stadium
You would've thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick
With the Falcons on the hood
Mr, Mr westside
Yeah you know they in my hood
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?
Ain't no telling where I'm going
'less I'm stepping out
Sippin on the high life, windows up
In the clouds open up the console
That's where I got my gun
Right next to that
Get that bag and roll another one
I got the vitamins
Make a freak fuck all night hoes know
Killers on the Westside earn stripes
Make that money turn bright
Just look at my piece and my grill
Swerving off Church Street
The pimp God gave me skills
I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in '83
TI stayed up the street from me
Just cause I'm from Bankhead
Niggas having beef with me
Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V
Ten screens falling
My Chevy watching Lean On Me
Riding down Simpson
'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me
The whole zone three on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow-black
I got a bee on me
(BANKHEAD) I got my 44 and my dro
And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho
Now where am I 'posed to go?