Bankhead
Lyrics
I hope the opps, stay dead
I hope the opps, stay dead
My main kick shit over Bankhead
I got two three hoes out in Bankhead
And when my new bitch come, I'mma play dead
And I got wock, stop hating
Man I hold guap
Boy that's alot
Boy that's alot, you can't fit in my sock
Bitch she is so hot
Yeah, I spilled a cup of this lean
Swear to God, I was too high
Damn this lil bitch always giving me top
Ran out of sheets had to get me a box
Bro play so much why the fuck would he box
Beating it up man it sound like I beatbox
Everybody in here hoe wet got the team locked
I got that dope I don't know how to re-rock
Get to that bank I'mma tee out
Looking at you, I don't know what he on
I link with his bitch and I still got my tee on
Hit his bitch once, she won't leave me alone
Push out the spot, push out the Benz
Big .40 got that shit in my pants
He so low I be wilding
You so mad, I be smiling
I'mma grown man, man that nigga was childish
I put that shit on without a stylist
You copying me, I'mma pile him
I made up my head with some thousands
I be with some niggas with thousands
So much that you can't even count it
I hope the opps, stay dead
I hope the opps, stay dead
My main kick shit over Bankhead
I got two three hoes out in Bankhead
And when my new bitch come, I'mma play dead
And I got wock, stop hating
Man I hold guap
Boy that's alot
Boy that's alot, you can't fit in my sock
Bitch she is so hot
Yeah, I spilled a cup of this lean
Swear to God, I was too high
Damn this lil bitch always giving me top
Ran out of sheets had to get me a box
Bro play so much why the fuck would he box
Beating it up man it sound like I beatbox
I hope the opps, stay dead
I hope the opps, stay dead
My main kick shit over Bankhead
I got two three hoes out in Bankhead
And when my new bitch come, I'mma play dead
And I got wock, stop hating
Man I hold guap
Boy that's alot
Boy that's alot, you can't fit in my sock
Bitch she is so hot
Yeah, I spilled a cup of this lean
Swear to God, I was too high
Damn this lil bitch always giving me top
Ran out of sheets had to get me a box
Bro play so much why the fuck would he box
Beating it up man it sound like I beatbox
Everybody in here hoe wet got the team locked
I got that dope I don't know how to re-rock
Get to that bank I'mma tee out
Looking at you, I don't know what he on
I link with his bitch and I still got my tee on
Hit his bitch once, she won't leave me alone
Push out the spot, push out the Benz
Big .40 got that shit in my pants
He so low I be wilding
You so mad, I be smiling
I'mma grown man, man that nigga was childish
I put that shit on without a stylist
You copying me, I'mma pile him
I made up my head with some thousands
I be with some niggas with thousands
So much that you can't even count it
I hope the opps, stay dead
I hope the opps, stay dead
My main kick shit over Bankhead
I got two three hoes out in Bankhead
And when my new bitch come, I'mma play dead
And I got wock, stop hating
Man I hold guap
Boy that's alot
Boy that's alot, you can't fit in my sock
Bitch she is so hot
Yeah, I spilled a cup of this lean
Swear to God, I was too high
Damn this lil bitch always giving me top
Ran out of sheets had to get me a box
Bro play so much why the fuck would he box
Beating it up man it sound like I beatbox
Writer(s): Boof Mooky
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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