Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Na'Quan Strand
Songwriter
Lyrics
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Bankroll that's on me okay
Chipped up like some Frito Lays
This choppa rearranged his face
He ain't gone make it out okay
We gone rock out like the Misfits
I need bread ain't talkin biscuits
Aim at his head it ain't no missin'
We poppin' out ball like the clippers
I stay equipped with some real shooters
And they will do ya
We stood on that on that block everytime when they slid thru it
Hurt they heart we did do it
Gave up sauce and Niggas still blow it
I ain't have to shoot shit in a while
I bet I'm still fluent
Shoot shit like the Clippers
Nothing but net
I told shorty to come over but I want
Nothing but neck
She the one no I can't hold her
But I'm just chasing a check
I'll pick you up when I get back
I need it now I can't relax
Spin that block until they all dead
Look at these diamonds
Got me shining like a bald head
Tryna stack this money till it's standing like a tall man
Now I'm up
But they ain't fuck with me when I was falling
Yeah that coupe so small you gotta crawl in
Shorty wet as fuck I had to fall in
Ain't have a dime but now a nigga ballin
These diamonds hit like Floyd but I ain't sparring
Okay
Bankroll that's on me okay
Chipped up like some fritto Lays
This choppa rearranged his face
He ain't gone make it out (¿Okey?)
We gone rock out like the Misfits
I need bread ain't talkin biscuits
Aim at his head it ain't no missin'
We poppin' out ball like the clippers
I stay equipped with some real shooters
And they will do ya
We stood on that on that block
Everytime when they slid thru it
Hurt they heart we did do it
Gave up sauce and Niggas still blow it
I ain't have to shoot shit in a while
Bet I'm still fluent
Chipped up like some Frito Lays
I just made it out a phase
They know they ain't into that
We send some shooters to they place
We chalk em out that's if they play
New Cartier still come in late
They talk bout beef I ordered steak
Or they talk talk bout me bro off his face
We gone rock out like a band sticks come with drums
Lil bro gone slide in the van and he strapped like Vietnam
She see these racks she wanna come
That tent so black look a nun
Hop in Hellcats im on the run
Cant feel no shade I'm in the sun
I cant stay up out the trap I'm like
I love it here shawty say she wanna drink me up
Just like some Belvedere
In these Cartis' I see very clear
2020 I came up it was a scary year
Yeah
Bankroll that's on me okay
Chipped up like some fritto Lays
This choppa rearranged his face
He ain't gone make it out
We gone rock out like the Misfits
I need bread ain't talkin biscuits
Aim at his head it ain't no missin'
We poppin' out ball like the clippers
I stay equipped with some real shooters
And they will do ya
We stood on that on that block
Everytime when they slid thru it
Hurt they heart we did do it
Gave up sauce and Niggas still blow it
I ain't have to shoot shit in a while bet I'm still fluent
I ain't have to shoot shit in a while bet I'm still fluent
I just gave em sauce and then they still blow it
Writer(s): Elijah Strand
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