| Turn up with Lil Yachty
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| Thugger, Thugger, baby
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| Trouble Man, aka T.I.P., yeah
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| Bankroll Mafia, YSL, Lil Duke, slat
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| R.I.P. |
| to Troupe
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| You better run, we gon' come for you
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| My IV is red like thermometers
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| I fuck on that bitch like a porn star
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| Hit me up when I’m on tour
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| I’ma unlock the card if you want it
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| We gon' fuck on that day that you bought it
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| These lil' niggas not eatin', they boney
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| Her best friend got her goin' and goin'
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| I’m in a foreign car, she in another car
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| I pull up to the job, I walk in her job
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| And cum in her jaw like shotta
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| Se pasa en mi casa
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| Ain’t lookin' over, I’m leanin' over
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| Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie
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| I got stripes like a zebra, homie
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| I’m laughin' like a hyena, homie
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| I don’t know where you get your facts at, nigga
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| But you come in half-assed, I’ma max that nigga
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| Catch his ass in my hood, I’ma tax that nigga
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| If he run, give you ten if you catch that nigga
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| You know you don’t really want my crew to attack, nigga
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| I’ll fire ya ass up, you can ask that nigga
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| Nah, I bet you’d rather at that nigga
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| Beefin' all on Instagram and Snapchat with him
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| Just yesterday I was a young crack dealer
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| When the trap was slow I put it on the fast track, nigga
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| Aimed for eight figures, shot past that, nigga
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| Set the world on fire, where your match at, nigga?
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| A.K.O.O. |
| and Hustle Gang did thirty somethin' million
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| Another seven off of television, put that with it
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| Now can you match that, nigga?
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| And we ain’t even talkin' 'bout my rap track, nigga
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| I’m paid, fresh out the bank
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| I make that lil' money look less than you think
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| Yeah you think you got more, ain’t as much as you think
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| When you see that I am everything that you ain’t
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| Like a stand-up guy and a real nigga
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| Sucka ass nigga, don’t deal with him
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| I had a bunch of solid niggas standin' with me in the trap
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| Eighteen years later and I’m still with 'em
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| I’m in a foreign car, she in another car
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| I pull up to the job, I walk in her job
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| And cum in her jaw like shotta
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| Se pasa en mi casa
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| Ain’t lookin' over, I’m leanin' over
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| Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie
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| I got stripes like a zebra, homie
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| I’m laughin' like a hyena, homie
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| I love all my niggas, I ride for my homies
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| They keep it one hunnid, can’t lie to my homies
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| Eatin' no turkey now, no b-bologna
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| Still gainin' weight and we 'bout to go tourin'
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| We really rich niggas, we hop in the foreign
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| Nigga you play and get shot by the mornin'
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| Blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat
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| Spray a whole hundred shots with no warnin'
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| Bales and them scales, before rap I was rich
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| Still hit them blocks, all up in the dead end
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| This a cold world, I’ve lost so many friends
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| So many fakes, I don’t want no more friends
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| Stack all this money and count all the yams
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| Used to move weight and ain’t talkin' 'bout no gym
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| Rubber band racks by the ten now
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| Used to be broke, went from bucket to Benz
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| I’m in a foreign car, she in another car
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| I pull up to the job, I walk in her job
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| And cum in her jaw like shotta
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| Se pasa en mi casa
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| Ain’t lookin' over, I’m leanin' over
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| Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie
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| I got stripes like a zebra, homie
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| I’m laughin' like a hyena, homie
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| Spent the weight on my chain
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| Don’t you dare speak on my name
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| I’m the same nigga, ain’t shit changed
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| Never gave a fuck what a pussy nigga think
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| No we are not the same, stay in your lane
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| These niggas leasin' their rings, it ain’t what you think
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| This niggas actin' like they’re so hard
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| Make a pussy nigga park my car
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| All these pussy niggas try to sound like me
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| Shit, they won’t get too far
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| Lil' Boat
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| Ooh, mil', hundo
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| Yellow, purp, red drank though
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| Pull up on the set with a bitch so bad
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| Every nigga want her back though
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| My name known in the hood
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| Like a mothafuckin' stop on a back door
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| I don’t even need no Bankroll
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| You could get wet for the zero
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| Aww yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Bankroll my Mafia
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| I put on that gold like Gaddafi, yeah
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| I ride 'round, I’m juugin' at 9 a.m., god!
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| Bankroll my Mafia
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| Bankroll my Mafia
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| I’m in a foreign car, she in another car
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| I pull up to the job, I walk in her job
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| And cum in her jaw like shotta
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| Se pasa en mi casa
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| Ain’t lookin' over, I’m leanin' over
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| Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie
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| I got stripes like a zebra, homie
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| I’m laughin' like a hyena, homie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hyenas , by - Bankroll Mafia. Song from the album Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп