Bankroll lyrics

[Intro]
Nard & B
Mh-hmm
Bobby Kritical
Trappin', mh-hmm, mh-hmm
Trench Werk, yeah
OG Parker

[Chorus]
Bankroll got me still limping, mh-hmm
I'm still walking in the trenches, mh-hmm
And I'm out here still getting it, mh-hmm
And I'm out here still with it, mh-hmm
Bankroll got me still limping, mh-hmm
I'm still walking in the trenches, mh-hmm
And I'm out here still getting it, mh-hmm
And I'm out here still with it, mh-hmm (okay)

[Verse 1]
Tweed and Dobie, in the kitchen, uh-huh
My brother died in the kitchen, uh-huh (okay)
Thirty on my extension, boom boom
Strapped up like I'm on a mission, n*gga move (okay)
I put my mans on, I'ma let him call you
Now cut them fans on, dry that f*cking dog food
And my n*gga got them clips that make me bang like I do
And my b*tch she got them lips that make me sang like I do
Okay I'm dressed up like my daddy, balling, but no Carlton
Singing like I'm f*cking Marvin, this ain't no Marvin
You gon' need a f*cking caution, I brought the mob in
Two-two-three, AK, PK, HK, SK, and carbines