CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Get Jumped
Bankroll Got It
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow, don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 2.5
For the line 'member it was 2.5
For the dime, ain't have 2.5
At the time, now it's 2.5 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything, but pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it, don't play around
No 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
I cannot f**k with a goofy, huh
I cannot f**k with a lame, huh
Little bro said he gon' do me, he must be dumb in his brain
He must not know all my n***as got unlimited aim
Have my lil bro off that score, he give a f**k 'bout the fame
Get to the money, I rack up, huh
Doot-doom, I'm f**king her back up
N***a be lame playing for the lackers
Can't go broke, won't happen, no
I wanna be, let's bankroll
I got a chop', came with a scope
Buddy gon' rob, but you a hoe
N***a, I'm still, still, pause
Ayy, said opps b*t*h lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a b*t*h unconscious
These n***as be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, f**ked up the function
Wanted a drill and he pa**ed me the knot
Never tell on my n***a, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my n***a, in love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil b*t*h, so invest in the chop
Ayy, wanna be down with the gang so bad, these b*t*hes be going out sad
187, get shoot through your mask
How you gon' beef when you know where we at?
Opps jump, b*t*hes run
N***as gun, catch your son
We don't do no 1-on-1
Just me and my Tommy gun
And I'm better, pu**y wetter, diamonds ice cold
I rock Prada on my coat, so I put Prada on my toes
Don't invite me to no parties, I be takin' n***as hoes
If he think that I'm a player, I let this choppa wipe his nose
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow, don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 2.5
For the line 'member it was 2.5
For the dime, ain't have 2.5
At the time, now it's 2.5 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything, but pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it, don't play around
No 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
Said opps b*t*h lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a b*t*h unconscious
These n***as be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, f**ked up the function
Wanted a drill and he pa**ed me the knot
Never tell on my n***a, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my n***a, in love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil b*t*h, so invest in the chop
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow, don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 2.5
For the line 'member it was 2.5
For the dime, ain't have 2.5
At the time, now it's 2.5 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything, but pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it, don't play around
No 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
I cannot f**k with a goofy, huh
I cannot f**k with a lame, huh
Little bro said he gon' do me, he must be dumb in his brain
He must not know all my n***as got unlimited aim
Have my lil bro off that score, he give a f**k 'bout the fame
Get to the money, I rack up, huh
Doot-doom, I'm f**king her back up
N***a be lame playing for the lackers
Can't go broke, won't happen, no
I wanna be, let's bankroll
I got a chop', came with a scope
Buddy gon' rob, but you a hoe
N***a, I'm still, still, pause
Ayy, said opps b*t*h lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a b*t*h unconscious
These n***as be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, f**ked up the function
Wanted a drill and he pa**ed me the knot
Never tell on my n***a, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my n***a, in love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil b*t*h, so invest in the chop
Ayy, wanna be down with the gang so bad, these b*t*hes be going out sad
187, get shoot through your mask
How you gon' beef when you know where we at?
Opps jump, b*t*hes run
N***as gun, catch your son
We don't do no 1-on-1
Just me and my Tommy gun
And I'm better, pu**y wetter, diamonds ice cold
I rock Prada on my coat, so I put Prada on my toes
Don't invite me to no parties, I be takin' n***as hoes
If he think that I'm a player, I let this choppa wipe his nose
Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh
G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow, don't wanna let him, huh
Wrist said it's 2.5
For the line 'member it was 2.5
For the dime, ain't have 2.5
At the time, now it's 2.5 for a rhyme, huh
Shoutout to my pops, most my mother
Mommy, you did everything, but pop showed me no other
Show me how to stay down, if they play it, don't play around
No 9m, it's K-Round
We laid up, don't lay down, ayy
Said opps b*t*h lacked, we jumped her
Boom boom, beat a b*t*h unconscious
These n***as be trash and dumpster
Geekin', tweaking, f**ked up the function
Wanted a drill and he pa**ed me the knot
Never tell on my n***a, no crank, he a thot
Never cheat on my n***a, in love with the Glock
Can't fight a lil b*t*h, so invest in the chop
