Malcolm X

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Javar] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) BandGang [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] I could start a bank with all the money I done loaned You would think these niggas would be grateful, but they don't Beg me for a bag and tell the hoes, "That nigga broke" One day you'll get you one and out your feelings, I got hope Put an AmEx in my ex name, this that blackmail And this my tenth card this week, we got the banks failin' You ain't never picked up forty thousand in the bank sweatin' What you call fraud I'll call a goddamn blessing I be barely wearin' jewelry, the hoеs already know who we More chеddar than grandma recipe for mac and cheese Opps say we fakin', feds say they built a case, who you believe? I had a hundred thousand in my mama house at seventeen [Verse 2: StanWill] Lookin' like a roofer, ridin' with that ladder on me Lob a bank to Rose, bitch, we ballin' like we Shaq and Kobe Got more cheddar in my Ksubis than some macaroni You can ask the workers 'bout your baby, up in Saks, they know me Ain't buckled up inside the Scat, but know the strap stay on me Say it's love, I watch my back, how niggas act, they phony Actin' every time he rap, how niggas cap, they blow me Like the ugly duck up in my Goose, you know a bag stay on me [Verse 3: StanWill] All that barkin' like he bite, you know we bully pits Treat an opp like I'm his granny, get him fully switched All these boogers in my buffs, I need to wipe my nose Scammin' grannies, bustin' banks, I need to right my wrongs AR got a telescope, I bet we snipe his dome Fightin' for his life, he knuckle up, boy, I don't fight no more Double-G's, X's, LVs, I'm the alphabet Forty 9s on me, throwin' bullets like I'm Kaepernick Unky tired of pourin' Tris, he want some Actavis Rock an X like Malcolm, I ain't never been an activist [Verse 4: BandGang Biggs] My niggas deep on the freeway, bitch, the strikers is a 'Vette We gon' beat on the DJ if they play them niggas' track Every store I go in, I been punchin' back to back Stop mentionin' my name, nigga, show me some respect I stay on the same block, I ain't finna move off it When I'm in Neiman Marcus, it's like I stepped inside my closet I'm tryna hit the jeweler, turn my neck into a faucet But I love the money more, I hold it tight like a daughter Pop who? Pop what? Niggas ain't gon' pop nothin' Every time I step foot off in the mall, I cop somethin' I wake up, count the cake before I even eat a meal Two chains around my neck and I ain't even got a deal I paid thirty thousand for a whole thing, slab talk Trappin' since a youngin, out with Bando, that's Lab talk You would never see me goin' back and forth, my bag talk Bullets rip the flesh off a nigga's skin like bath salt [Verse 5: StanWill] Niggas broke, boy, you can't talk to me until that cast off Experimentin' with some chemicals, boy, that's some lab talk Tryna snatch a chain and get your ass chalked Take his future from him if I pull up on him mask off Dog Shit Militia, I'm with BandGang Pop his top and spill him like some champagne Brodie in the cut, he like a Band-Aid Hit a hundred grannies back to back, I'm on a scam page [Outro: StanWill] No cap Dog Shit Militia