MannyDarkzz & Nisu - Bankroll Lyrics

Nigga talkin' shit, imma hit him with the stick
Fah- fah- fah nigga gon see the blitz
Pop out at the party, imma f*ck a nigga bitch
That boy a crack addict, he be tweaking with a itch
You want smoke, then let's get it, Send shots if you with it
Customized glock, not a suit, but it's fitted
Not talkin no COD but this shit fully kitted
It smell like gas, i think someone shitted
Go band for band show the bankroll
Plenty niggas dyin', better laylow
Ugly ass nigga, that boy Feo
Only takes One Call, then it's case closed
Once this shit blow, imma get me Givenchy
Yo bitch up on me 'cause she want some Givenchy
F*ck a hi or hello, take her out to Hibachi
Of course she gon' go that bitch knows that I run shit
Dior on my body best feeling i've felt
Extra attachments, increase damage dealt
I keep a glocky right here on the shelf
Imma start cheating, shoot below the belt
Not talkin no sponge but I got me that kelp
Got hella bands i feel like Drake himself
Swim in that bitch like call me Michael Phelps
Gave her some bands I hope that it helps
(Say shit on sight, they play with my brain
Raining and shit its gon pour outside)
(Blow up his mind made him lose all his thoughts
He outta commission gon be a while)
(F*ckin his bitch and we might run a train
Dont wonder bout why its a lil child)
(Don't wonder bout why its a lil child)
(Yeah yeah yeah, why its lil child)
Say shit on sight, yeah they play with my brain
Im seein the static like rain outside
Seein a battle insue all inside my brain and im emptying clips like its genocide
Feelin' like Cardi im sippin on alc' and im screamin like Homixide Homixide Homixide
Dont play with me nigga, I kill boys
Mess with gang yeah you messin with big toys
Toys like rifle im not talking nerf cause im goin' beserk while makin real loud noise
Blaup on yo noggin, I knock out yo brains
Im sending yo allies an invoice
Drop out range with the clips on the side
I guarantee you don't want real war
Yeah, I guarantee you don't want real war
Nigga talkin' shit, imma hit him with the stick
Fah- fah- fah nigga gon see the blitz
Pop out at the party, imma f*ck a nigga bitch
That boy a crack addict, he be tweaking with a itch
You want smoke, then let's get it, Send shots if you with it
Customized glock, not a suit, but it's fitted
Not talkin no COD but this shit fully kitted
It smell like gas, i think someone shitted
Up on my shit yeah i ride with the clique
Say she love ken, so im losin my shit
Molly jaw lockin she suckin my tip and im up with the choppa I run outta clips
She suckin' me good, think i'm losin' my shit
Look at my nightstand, you gon see the blick
I can't trust a hoe, yeah i can't trust a bitch, so I got hella rules, yeah im movin' real strict
F*ck all the opps i might f*ck up they shit
Them i jump off the roof and start beamin that bitch
Shit kinda funny we meme in that bitch like a joke yeah they comedians, Chris
The opps movin' stealth when i walk in this bitch
We up next to do it, we out young and lit
I got my left hand steering the whip, while the other one stretched out, rubbin her clit
Shots out the window we aim for they head
Like its kdot we knockin they tops off n shit
Boomin insane yuh
Give a f*ck bout the metro we movin in V's
And we makin them shots look like rain yeah
(Yeah)