Poked Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Shad da God] Actavis shit man Bankroll mafia, slaughter gang shit ay You know what the fuck goin' on Yea, yea yea yea! [Chorus: Lotto Savage & Shad da God] I roll wit the mafia Playin' 'round wit the cash and we choppin' ya I'm havin' a bankroll Don Savage Lotto Savage I can't fold God came wit a bankroll, 100 pounds wit young Lotto Came thru in a otto, hangin' out wit the draco And we just left a dope block, dope house wit a boatlock God bankroll poked up, Lotto bankroll poked up [Verse 1: Lotto Savage & Shad da God] God bankroll poked out Lotto bankroll gotta bankroll I ain't stuntin none of these stank hoes In yo hood posted wit the draco Me and Shad chasin' all the bankrolls He screamin' free the goat, I'm screamin' free the wolf Me and Shad ridin' 'round wit the sticks, we gon' fuck around and have him paint shit We gon' fuck around and getcha chain snatched, im in the a7 yea all black And my pockets filled wit nothin' but all jacksons God skinny jeans poked out, Lotto balmain poked out Everything still trapped up, you can meet me at 4 spots I'm bout to go get that fendi Saucin' it up for the bitches I'm in the club like the kicthen I'm in that bitch wit extensions Lil bitch I might show you a 50 100s 20s and 50s Dracos they come wit the biscuit [Chorus: Lotto Savage & Shad da God] I roll wit the mafia Playin' 'round wit the cash and we choppin' ya I'm havin' a bankroll Don Savage Lotto Savage I can't pour God came wit a bankroll, 100 pounds wit young Lotto Came thru in a Audi, hangin' out wit the draco And we just left a dope block, dope house wit a boatlock God bankroll poked up, Lotto bankroll poked up [Verse 2: Shad da God & Lotto Savage] Run the check up lay low And anywhere where you can't go Poured up wit (?), done fucked on his first girl (?) we blowin' up we got bankroll 100 rounds in the stick nigga, wit window down and let it really blow I got the gas and it really blow (?) Me and Lotto make the old shit go, Lotto bankroll overload That paper in my hand a nigga gotta get that cash up Chasin' after money and we gotta get them racks yea Yea commas and digits, chasin' money me and Shad already did it I swear the rollie I swear the Audi, I'm hangin' wit (?) lil nigga come get me Juggin' these sticks don't play wit my gang, they'll slaugther better put sum respek on my name And I ain't wit the flexin cam for 21 forever nigga I'm tellin' you I won't don't change [Chorus: Lotto Savage & Shad da God] I roll wit the mafia Playin' 'round wit the cash and we choppin' ya I'm havin' a bankroll Don Savage Lotto Savage I can't pour God came wit a bankroll, 100 pounds wit young Lotto Came thru in a Audi, hangin' out wit the draco And we just left a dope block, dope house wit a boatlock God bankroll poked up, Lotto bankroll poked up