Bankrolls & Groupie Hoes

Lyrics

[Intro] PlutoBrazy [Verse 1: Lil Poppa] All the real niggas gettin' murdered, I hope I don't die the same way But I ain't worried, them youngins spinnin' the same day I wasn't surprise, my nigga died with the same 'K And just 'cause they on live, all outside, them niggas ain't safe A hundred hoes in this bitch and they finna get hit the gang way She fascinated at how they hit, she keep askin' me what my chain say And if a nigga get to trippin', we wet this bitch up the rain way On the ground where his head lay, tryna see what his brain think And I done turned into a fiend, done started poppin' them everyday What the fuck you niggas mean? We rollin' different opps in every J My brother hate you, then it's fuck ya, yeah, I go whenever Quez say Hold up, let me switch the topic, before I say some shit that Quez say [Chorus: Lil Poppa] What that is in your pocket? Hundreds, twenty's, fifty's I keep fuckin' up my count, Goddamn, I'm trippin' He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that's probably why he limpin' And he know all the hoes want him, that's why he fuckin' all the bitches Girl, what your name is? Kisha? Lisha? Brittany? My lil' gutter bitch, she with it, she know we don't do no kissin' They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended Better duck when they go to hittin', 'cause they don't do no missin' [Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas] I'ma leave it in the streets, fuck a mention What is beef? We clear the smoke Let me know if it's some tension My lil' hitta cutthroat, he say his trigger finger itching We ain't never duck smoke, I'm tryna get rid of them bitches I just put a ten on a nigga, Percocet 10's in my body, I'm trippin' Shawty eat the dick up like a video vixen Spin a nigga block 'til every gun empty And we won't leave no witness, no, we don't do no missin' Fire in yo' face, I'm tryna knock a nigga nose off I know we dumpin' out the gate, 'cause my killa think he O'Dawg I put dick all in her face and I make shawty take her clothes off Plenty hoes like Flava Flav, I line 'em up and do a roll call [Chorus: Lil Poppa] What that is in your pocket? Hundreds, twenty's, fifty's I keep fuckin' up my count, Goddamn, I'm trippin' He got a bankroll on him, yeah, that's probably why he limpin' And he know all the hoes want him, that's why he fuckin' all the bitches Girl, what your name is? Kisha? Lisha? Brittany? My lil' gutter bitch, she with it, she know we don't do no kissin' They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended Better duck when they go to hittin', 'cause they don't do no missin'