CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bankrolls & Groupie Hoes
PlutoBrazy
All the real n***as gettin' murdered, I hope I don't die the same way
But I ain't worried, them youngins spinnin' the same day
I wasn't surprise, my n***a died with the same 'K
And just 'cause they on live, all outside, them n***as ain't safe
A hundred hoes in this b*t*h and they finna get hit the gang way
She fascinated at how they hit, she keep askin' me what my chain say
And if a n***a get to trippin', we wet this b*t*h up the rain way
On the ground where his head lay, tryna see what his brain think
And I done turned into a fiend, done started poppin' them everyday
What the f**k you n***as mean? We rollin' different opps in every J
My brother hate you, then it's f**k ya, yeah, I go whenever Quez say
Hold up, let me switch the topic, before I say some sh*t that Quez say
What that is in your pocket? Hundreds, twenty's, fifty's
I keep f**kin' up my count, Goddamn, I'm trippin'
He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that's probably why he limpin'
And he know all the hoes want him, that's why he f**kin' all the b*t*hes
Girl, what your name is? Kisha? Lisha? Brittany?
My lil' gutter b*t*h, she with it, she know we don't do no kissin'
They say them young n***as got chops and the Glocks extended
Better duck when they go to hittin', 'cause they don't do no missin'
I'ma leave it in the streets, f**k a mention
What is beef? We clear the smoke
Let me know if it's some tension
My lil' hitta cutthroat, he say his trigger finger itching
We ain't never duck smoke, I'm tryna get rid of them b*t*hes
I just put a ten on a n***a, Percocet 10's in my body, I'm trippin'
Shawty eat the d**k up like a video vixen
Spin a n***a block 'til every gun empty
And we won't leave no witness, no, we don't do no missin'
Fire in yo' face, I'm tryna knock a n***a nose off
I know we dumpin' out the gate, 'cause my killa think he O'Dawg
I put d**k all in her face and I make shawty take her clothes off
Plenty hoes like Flava Flav, I line 'em up and do a roll call
What that is in your pocket? Hundreds, twenty's, fifty's
I keep f**kin' up my count, Goddamn, I'm trippin'
He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that's probably why he limpin'
And he know all the hoes want him, that's why he f**kin' all the b*t*hes
Girl, what your name is? Kisha? Lisha? Brittany?
My lil' gutter b*t*h, she with it, she know we don't do no kissin'
They say them young n***as got chops and the Glocks extended
Better duck when they go to hittin', 'cause they don't do no missin'
All the real n***as gettin' murdered, I hope I don't die the same way
But I ain't worried, them youngins spinnin' the same day
I wasn't surprise, my n***a died with the same 'K
And just 'cause they on live, all outside, them n***as ain't safe
A hundred hoes in this b*t*h and they finna get hit the gang way
She fascinated at how they hit, she keep askin' me what my chain say
And if a n***a get to trippin', we wet this b*t*h up the rain way
On the ground where his head lay, tryna see what his brain think
And I done turned into a fiend, done started poppin' them everyday
What the f**k you n***as mean? We rollin' different opps in every J
My brother hate you, then it's f**k ya, yeah, I go whenever Quez say
Hold up, let me switch the topic, before I say some sh*t that Quez say
What that is in your pocket? Hundreds, twenty's, fifty's
I keep f**kin' up my count, Goddamn, I'm trippin'
He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that's probably why he limpin'
And he know all the hoes want him, that's why he f**kin' all the b*t*hes
Girl, what your name is? Kisha? Lisha? Brittany?
My lil' gutter b*t*h, she with it, she know we don't do no kissin'
They say them young n***as got chops and the Glocks extended
Better duck when they go to hittin', 'cause they don't do no missin'
I'ma leave it in the streets, f**k a mention
What is beef? We clear the smoke
Let me know if it's some tension
My lil' hitta cutthroat, he say his trigger finger itching
We ain't never duck smoke, I'm tryna get rid of them b*t*hes
I just put a ten on a n***a, Percocet 10's in my body, I'm trippin'
Shawty eat the d**k up like a video vixen
Spin a n***a block 'til every gun empty
And we won't leave no witness, no, we don't do no missin'
Fire in yo' face, I'm tryna knock a n***a nose off
I know we dumpin' out the gate, 'cause my killa think he O'Dawg
I put d**k all in her face and I make shawty take her clothes off
Plenty hoes like Flava Flav, I line 'em up and do a roll call
What that is in your pocket? Hundreds, twenty's, fifty's
I keep f**kin' up my count, Goddamn, I'm trippin'
He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that's probably why he limpin'
And he know all the hoes want him, that's why he f**kin' all the b*t*hes
Girl, what your name is? Kisha? Lisha? Brittany?
My lil' gutter b*t*h, she with it, she know we don't do no kissin'
They say them young n***as got chops and the Glocks extended
Better duck when they go to hittin', 'cause they don't do no missin'
