Free Mr. Banks

Lyrics

[Intro] You don't have no snakes or nothin', do you? Man, I got snakes from one end of this house to the other (No, where?) [Chorus] Ayy, shit for real, no bap These young niggas come and get you, you would just be gettin' home I'll dog a ho down, put her name in a song I had tried to leave the mob, but I got cold feet Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nosebleeds Book Tune? Cost a Maybach for the show fee Ladies gangster, they drink syrup like OE Early snakes kill the rats, FJG, haha Ayy, ayy, uh (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) [Verse] Young junkie, mama said her sister must've raised me Cash run the world, I got to remind that shit to baby Ski On my way to space, I asked that ho if she gon' wait for me Same type of nigga to take from me, be the same one get a day from me Big bro told me, "If you play for keeps, I'll go back-to-back, it's '83" I'm tryna fuck some paper up, then make it back, another spree She tryna make another me, that's why he like a son to me That 'Rari truck, it's black and yellow and it look like a bumblebee I'm high as fuck, that ain't nothin' new, that's what they want from me I'm tied up, in the M-O-B, I brought my son in it And then I broke her heart in the Cullinan, she look up and remember it, oh [Bridge] Ayy, huh, shit for real, no bap These young niggas come and get you, you would—, haha Ayy, ayy, ayy, slatt Free Jeff Gang [Chorus] Ayy, ayy, ayy, shit for real, no bap These young niggas come and get you, you would just be gettin' home I'll dog a ho down, put her name in a song I had tried to leave the mob, but I got cold feet Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nosebleeds Book Tune? Cost a Maybach for the show fee Ayy, ayy, ayy Early snakes kill the rats, FJG [Outro] Slatt