Air It Out
They say-they say
They gone smoke you, ha
Where they at
They say Bank, they, ha-ha
Where they at
They say Bankroll they gone smoke
Ha
Where they at-at
Doing all that fucking lurking
Go and get some fucking money
Pull up with that clip
They react with the semi
Shorty we don't tweak for sh-
Aye check this out man
Aye what's up with all this stick talk
I need more money (More money)
Less hate (Less hate)
But I'll take both how they come
Man why the fuck they make me
Have to do this one right here
Threw me off my groove & shit man
Oh yeah
No hook
Gang
They say Bankroll
They gone smoke you, ha
Where they at
Doing all that fucking lurking
Go and get some fucking money
Pull up with that clip
They react with the semi
Shorty we don't tweak for shit
That's how
Niggas get hit
Remember being broke as fuck
Fucking with Dramah
Pulling up in Hummer trucks
Popped this flat
Now Bankroll finna fucking rush
Don't tempt me
On foe 'nem gone let it bust
Make them blush
But I'm high looking for a slut
Fat ass, thick waist
Take dick like a pro
All star, MJ
But the bitch ain't shit
Can't trust her
Nor wife her
The bitch dismissed
She trifling shit
Ran off the plug
Just for a percent
Now she want me back
She heard I ran the shit up quick
I kind of tired
But you know that
I can't quit
The ops glancing cause they pockets
Is flat than a bitch
Why they throw that salt shit
They throw that shade shit
Pop out that shade quick
Bishop, but I won't miss
That's a couple shots up in that bitch
I get him leaking
Bad bitch, Puerto Rican
But that bitch a eater
Did you meet Lil Keisha
Shorty that bitch super freaky
I'm off a yang
Hit the pussy
Then a nigga skeeting
I hit the dash, then I smash
Then go get some cash
I'll grip her ass
Jump out your body
He meet the mag
I meet your bitch
I'm finna smash
But I'll give her back
These niggas say that Bankroll nigga they gone catch you lacking
I air it out
I caught him lacking
Boy that nigga capping
These niggas act
Like they getting money
Like a nigga trapping
Nigga got that, nigga been did it
Imma beat it up just like I'm Kobe
Nigga keep talking
These niggas they phony
Most of these niggas
They act like they know me
I'm in the stu cutting up
Just like Little Caesars
But nigga ain't talking no pizza
You know Bankroll
He bout his cheese nigga
Foe nem up and he have a seizure
Nigga he better be cool, no leaking
Why the fuck is he leaking that info
At his front door
He dead at the back door
I swear to God it is a wrap tho
They gone smoke you, ha
Where they at
They say Bank, they, ha-ha
Where they at
They say Bankroll they gone smoke
Ha
Where they at-at
Doing all that fucking lurking
Go and get some fucking money
Pull up with that clip
They react with the semi
Shorty we don't tweak for sh-
Aye check this out man
Aye what's up with all this stick talk
I need more money (More money)
Less hate (Less hate)
But I'll take both how they come
Man why the fuck they make me
Have to do this one right here
Threw me off my groove & shit man
Oh yeah
No hook
Gang
They say Bankroll
They gone smoke you, ha
Where they at
Doing all that fucking lurking
Go and get some fucking money
Pull up with that clip
They react with the semi
Shorty we don't tweak for shit
That's how
Niggas get hit
Remember being broke as fuck
Fucking with Dramah
Pulling up in Hummer trucks
Popped this flat
Now Bankroll finna fucking rush
Don't tempt me
On foe 'nem gone let it bust
Make them blush
But I'm high looking for a slut
Fat ass, thick waist
Take dick like a pro
All star, MJ
But the bitch ain't shit
Can't trust her
Nor wife her
The bitch dismissed
She trifling shit
Ran off the plug
Just for a percent
Now she want me back
She heard I ran the shit up quick
I kind of tired
But you know that
I can't quit
The ops glancing cause they pockets
Is flat than a bitch
Why they throw that salt shit
They throw that shade shit
Pop out that shade quick
Bishop, but I won't miss
That's a couple shots up in that bitch
I get him leaking
Bad bitch, Puerto Rican
But that bitch a eater
Did you meet Lil Keisha
Shorty that bitch super freaky
I'm off a yang
Hit the pussy
Then a nigga skeeting
I hit the dash, then I smash
Then go get some cash
I'll grip her ass
Jump out your body
He meet the mag
I meet your bitch
I'm finna smash
But I'll give her back
These niggas say that Bankroll nigga they gone catch you lacking
I air it out
I caught him lacking
Boy that nigga capping
These niggas act
Like they getting money
Like a nigga trapping
Nigga got that, nigga been did it
Imma beat it up just like I'm Kobe
Nigga keep talking
These niggas they phony
Most of these niggas
They act like they know me
I'm in the stu cutting up
Just like Little Caesars
But nigga ain't talking no pizza
You know Bankroll
He bout his cheese nigga
Foe nem up and he have a seizure
Nigga he better be cool, no leaking
Why the fuck is he leaking that info
At his front door
He dead at the back door
I swear to God it is a wrap tho
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