Bank Rolls (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
b*tch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I never seen you
What part you on? I got some family on The Alameda
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My name good in any hood, I hung around Tivoly
I got a b*tch that live on Appleton, she love them killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Garden Village
My uncle Jimmy 'round the corner on the avenue
You baller blocking that's the type of sh*t I never do
I'm from the east side, you know what kind of sh*t I'm on
But I be everywhere, I sold drugs in Woodlawn
I know some n*ggas down the hill that got it for the low
I live in Bird City, n*gga you already know
And I don't go nowhere unless a n*gga strapped up
And if you f*ck a Morgan b*tch you better strap up
Talkin' sh*t'll get you and your n*ggas clapped up
We with the sh*ts, you pus*y n*ggas better not act up
My n*gga Pistol Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street
My n*gga died, he ain't make it to see 23
I got a b*tch that work up Norma's and that pus*y wet
And every day she catchin' hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she strippin' tryna get the f*ck up out the 'jects
But that ain't none of my business, I'm just tryna get the neck
A lot of rappers in my city, half you n*ggas wack
And I ain't ever been a b*tch, I'm keepin' sh*t a stack
Aye someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
I been a G since kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I could never love a dumb hoe
She live on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe
See all my n*ggas never love 'em, we be sharin' those
Cause all these Instagram famous b*tches sharin' clothes
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
Cause all these b*tches ever wanted was your bankroll
[Outro]
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f*ck you talking 'bout?
Gahhh
I come back up and I still f*ck 'em up
f*ck outta here, these n*ggas crazy