My Lingo lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (QRN, yeah)
(Dougie on that beat)

[Chorus]
Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold
Hellcat, I'ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo 'cause we get 'em in, then we get 'em gone
Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us
I'ma go out like a thug n*gga
I ain't nothin' like them f*ck n*ggas
'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)

[Verse 1]
Lamb' truck, call it lambchop, go real fast like, "Vroom, skrrt"
Nine out of ten by the damn mall, that's his dog my man murdered
Gucci, Fendi, my damn circle
Know that we got plenty, I ain't worried
Sixteen hundred my damn jersey
We come through shootin' like Steph Curry
I need a rich b*tch in my lifestyle so we could cop a house in Vegas
On some real sh*t, I need it right now, my trap houses ain't vacant
I'm talkin' lights out with the ice out, get some rollerblades and we skatin'
Tell them pus*y n*ggas better pipe down 'cause they murdered one of my n*ggas
Tell them pus*y n*ggas better pipe down, never heard of none of y'all n*ggas
And the wrist lookin' like right now, pull your your skirt off for these Benjis
I'ma skrrt off in that Bentley
Uh, I just wanna f*ck her with my shirt off on that Remy
Uh, I just wanna f*ck her with my shirt off on that Remy
[Chorus]
Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold
Hellcat, I'ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo 'cause we get 'em in, then we get 'em gone
Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us
I'ma go out like a thug n*gga
I ain't nothin' like them f*ck n*ggas
'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)

[Verse 2]
I don't trust a b*tch for nothin', baby, what you see in me?
I don't trust a b*tch for nothin', why your phone on DND?
I want her in Fendi sneaks, f*ck her all in a BNB
I'm the boss like TNT, Audemars cost a fifty-piece
Soon as you walk out, baby, I'm in it
Who I f*ck with none of your business
Grind real hard, tryna run up these Benjis
I don't give a f*ck, hell yeah, I'm trickin'
I don't give a f*ck if they say I'm trippin'
I wanna feel like I'm playin' a scrimmage
b*tch, you play, so I'm keepin' my distance
Smokin' on green, got me rollin' up spinach
She a real bad b*tch, gotta keep it one million
Talkin' back in eighth grade, now I got one million
My lil' dog in the back, he be grippin' extensions
I'm in my bag, no, not in my feelings
In this new Hellcat, every corner, I'm bendin'
These n*ggas be mad 'cause they know that I'm winnin'
I kept it real from the very beginning
So I'll keep it true to the motherf*ckin' ending
[Chorus]
Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold
Hellcat, I'ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo 'cause we get 'em in, then we get 'em gone
Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us
I'ma go out like a thug n*gga
I ain't nothin' like them f*ck n*ggas
'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)