Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bankrolls & Groupie Hoes, artist - Lil Poppa. Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bankrolls & Groupie Hoes |
| All the real niggas 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 nigga died with the same 'K |
| And just 'cause they on live, all outside, them niggas ain’t safe |
| A hundred hoes in this bitch 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 nigga get to trippin', we wet this bitch 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 fuck you niggas mean? |
| We rollin' different opps in every J |
| My brother hate you, then it’s fuck ya, yeah, I go whenever Quez say |
| Hold up, let me switch the topic, before I say some shit that Quez say |
| What that is in your pocket? |
| Hundreds, twenty’s, fifty’s |
| I keep fuckin' 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 fuckin' all the bitches |
| Girl, what your name is? |
| Kisha? |
| Lisha? |
| Brittany? |
| My lil' gutter bitch, she with it, she know we don’t do no kissin' |
| They say them young niggas 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, fuck 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 bitches |
| I just put a ten on a nigga, Percocet 10's in my body, I’m trippin' |
| Shawty eat the dick up like a video vixen |
| Spin a nigga 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 nigga nose off |
| I know we dumpin' out the gate, 'cause my killa think he O’Dawg |
| I put dick 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' all the bitches |
| Girl, what your name is? |
| Kisha? |
| Lisha? |
| Brittany? |
| My lil' gutter bitch, she with it, she know we don’t do no kissin' |
| They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended |
| Better duck when they go to hittin', 'cause they don’t do no missin' |