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[Verse 1]

Pussy got juicy when she introduced me

I don't got no whip but she said she gon' scoop me

She gave me the key to it, Quavo and Lucci

I can't rock no Gucci

I can't go out goofy

I came out the coochie a K9, I roof

When I say I'm the truth then I say I am truly

If I gotta move then they gon' have to move me

My big homie stay with that tool like a roomie

No, they won't pick on me if it's a clip on me

Cook 'em like chicken meat, Tyson, no Cicely

I'm on the winning team, might wanna stick with me

I pull a string and it might make a symphony

I see her signaling, know she wanna lick on me

She gon' hit on me 'til she can sit on me

I heard your new shit but no I wasn't listening

No, I don't link with cliques

No, I don't click on links...

(Ayy, yo I be rapping and shit bruh, **** with my shit)

Boy, my hair way too long for the cap

All my energy go in these raps

All your energy go in an app

I'm an EBT baby, I DDT'd every beat that they gave me too easily

Came in mischievous, made your miss eat the dick

All the ingredients made me a genius

I'ma double my W's working

Everything that you see in these verses

Is the same when you see me in person

I'm on level two, levitate over you

Never wait on the move, heavyweight folding you

Heaven came over you, feathers take over you

Kenny came over, you let him takeover you, bet

[Pre-Chorus]

See, I had a hook, I had the mel-

I just gotta goddamn remember that shit...

If I roll up these pussy niggas gon fold up...

Aight, I got it

[Chorus]

And I know

If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up

Where you finna go, bruh?

Get a nigga something from the store, bruh

If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up

Where you finna go, bruh?

Get a nigga something from the store, bruh

[Post-Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]

I had to let these niggas know I'm going hard as ever man

New shit on the way

New whips on the way

[Verse 2]

R.I.P Bank

I'm at the bank

I'm in the tank

Playing my tape

My brother roll up a J like a Jay

He bought a sem' and ain't even ate

I'm in the air with it, playing in space

I say a prayer and then prey on my prey

I cannot spare 'em if they in the way

I never cared, let 'em say what they say

Long as a **** nigga stay in they place

Got more dollars than followers

Yeah, I'm cool with these rap niggas but to be accurate

I'm way more polished than all of em...

I move too angelic

I knew you was jealous

They asking me questions, I knew you would air it

I ain't tell you everything, knew you was telling

I cover my traces, it's chess and not checkers

I'm checking my check at the Checker's my check-up

I'm in the one where they holding that Tec up

I been the one since I rapped at the Chevron

[Pre-Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]

New jewelry, nigga (Bruh)

New crib, new spot nigga

(If I roll up, these pussy niggas gon fold up)

New lookin' everything, nigga, new truck, nigga

(Aight, I got it)

[Chorus]

And I know

If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up

Where you finna go bruh?

Get a nigga something from the store bruh

If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up

Where you finna go bruh?

Get a nigga something from the store bruh