YTB Fatt - Free Bank Lyrics

Yeah, what's poppin', nigga, y'all know what's happenin', man
Big Bank, you know what I'm sayin' (haha)
Poppin' all that, man, you know what's poppin'
Ah, Shelby got that blue shit, you got that orange shit
Bail like the motherf*ckin' mix (haha) nigga, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Haha

Uh, mama Fox said, "Cheese," I ain't came to my dreams 'til I had kids
It's time to see who gon' ride for real
We catch dudes, they proud, for real
I saw my cousin kill my cousin for real
These niggas ridin', they gon' tell how they feel
They rollin' on pound right now, came with kills
F*ck this rap, all that talk off the rip

Ayy, what's happenin', no time to speak
In a couple weeks you'll be killed
I tie my shoes, say it is what it is
When I signed my deal, bro signed for ten
When I went number one, had the city turnt
My fans knew I had smoke for real
I signed the contract and put that Bread Gang chain on and shot back to the field
Hit the city, they put a hundred in my truck
I said it myself, this smoke for real
I hit that road, got a new batch of killers
And a month later, I signed for some Ms (ha)
My brother died when I did (ha)
I'ma tell my story to my kids (ha)
My family already know, my cousin wanna kill me, for real
F*ck every side, shit, how would I say it?
Kill 'em all, but ask Joe how I play it
I want a nigga hit right in they shit
They gon' come and get me if I say it
I was down bad on my dick, every bitch I wanted, they left me on read
My broke days over, I put a chain on every nigga that gave me a bed

Nigga, don't come around this shit
Nigga, I hit a couple shows with a nigga, but I changed
Man, it's f*ck a nigga
5 'nem tellin' me, nigga, makin' me eighteen, seventeen hour drive
Down there riskin' it all at these shows
Just to have a nigga who be sellin' their ass some cheap

Uh, mama Fox said, "Cheese," I ain't came to my dreams 'til I had kids
It's time to see who gon' ride for real
We catch dudes, they proud, for real
I saw my cousin kill my cousin for real
These niggas ridin', they gon' tell how they feel
They rollin' on pound right now, came with kills
F*ck this rap, all that talk off the rip

Niggas swing on me, gettin' shot, I mean that from the bottom of my heart
Keisha Wright took a piece of my heart
Yeah, a jail call, this here'll take you far
F*ck your man, I can't walk with my blow
Four bullet proofs in my grandma yard
I'm talkin' 'bout bullets bouncin' off the truck
I'm a millionaire, but still'll hop out the car (woo)
I got rank on my block (what else?)
I done drove every car
I still take care of the 'pa and I'm still gettin' niggas dropped

Psh, ha, f*ck every side, shit, how would I say it?
Ha, f*ck every side, shit, how would I say it?
Psh, ah, pussy
Psh, f*ck every side, shit, how would I say it?
Psh, f*ck every side, shit, how would I say it?
Psh, I wanna kill 'em all, ask Joe how I play it
Psh, remember that gang shit?
We done lost shit back some months, September
We on that gang shit right now
That gangster shit on for the rest of the month
And for the rest of the year

Uh, mama Fox said, "Cheese," I ain't came to my dreams 'til I had kids
It's time to see who gon' ride for real
We catch dudes, they proud, for real
I saw my cousin kill my cousin for real
These niggas ridin', they gon' tell how they feel
They rollin' on pound right now, came with kills
F*ck this rap, all that talk off the rip