lirik lagu bankroll mafia - hyenas
[intro: young thug]
turn up with lil yachty
thugger, thugger, baby
trouble man, aka t.i.p., yeah
bankroll mafia, ysl, lil duke, slat
r.i.p. to troupe
[verse 1: young thug]
you better run, we gon’ come for you
my i.v. is red like thermometers
i f-ck on that b-tch like a p-rn star
hit me up when i’m on tour
i’ma unlock the card if you want it
we gon’ f-ck on that day that you bought it
these lil’ n-gg-s not eatin’, they boney
her best friend got her goin’ and goin’
[hook: young thug]
i’m in a foreign car, she in another car
i pull up to the job, i walk in her job
and c-m in her jaw like shotta
se pasa en mi casa
ain’t lookin’ over, i’m leanin’ over
your b-tch want it, she fienin’, homie
i got stripes like a zebra, homie
i’m laughin’ like a hyena, homie
[verse 2: t.i.]
i don’t know where you get your facts at, n-gg-
but you come in half–ssed, i’ma max that n-gg-
catch is -ss in my hood, i’ma tax that n-gg-
if he run, give you ten if you catch that n-gg-
you know you don’t really want my crew to attack, n-gg-
i’ll fire ya -ss up, you can ask that n-gg-
nah, i bet you’d rather @ that n-gg-
beefin’ all on instagram and snapchat with him
just yesterday i was a young crack dealer
when the trap was slow i put it on the fast track, n-gg-
and if an 8 take a shot, p-ss that n-gg-
set the world on fire, where your match at, n-gg-?
a coup in hustle gang did thirty somethin’ million
another seven off of television, put that with it
now can you match that, n-gg-?
and we ain’t even talkin’ ’bout my rap track, n-gg-
i’m paid, fresh out the bank
i make that lil’ money look less than you think
yeah you think you got more, ain’t as much as you think
when you see than i am everything that you ain’t
like a stand-up guy and a real n-gg-
sucka -ss n-gg-, don’t deal with him
i had a bunch of solid n-gg-s standin’ with me in the trap
eighteen years later and i’m still with ’em
[hook: young thug]
i’m in a foreign car, she in another car
i pull up to the job, i walk in her job
and c-m in her jaw like shotta
se pasa en mi casa
ain’t lookin’ over, i’m leanin’ over
your b-tch want it, she fienin’, homie
i got stripes like a zebra, homie
i’m laughin’ like a hyena, homie
[verse 3: mpa duke]
i love all my n-gg-s, i ride for my homies
they keep it one hunnid, can’t lie to my homies
eatin’ no turkey now, no b-bologna
still gainin’ weight and we ’bout to go tourin’
we really rich n-gg-s, we hop in the foreign
n-gg- you play and get shot by the mornin’
blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat
spray a whole hundred shots with no warnin’
bales and them scales, before rap i was rich
still hit them blocks, all up in the dead end
this a cold world, i’ve lost so many friends
so many fakes, i don’t want no more friends
stack all this money and count all the yams
used to move weight and ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gem
rubber band racks by the ten now
used to be broke, went from bucket to benz
[hook: young thug]
i’m in a foreign car, she in another car
i pull up to the job, i walk in her job
and c-m in her jaw like shotta
se pasa en mi casa
ain’t lookin’ over, i’m leanin’ over
your b-tch want it, she fienin’, homie
i got stripes like a zebra, homie
i’m laughin’ like a hyena, homie
[verse 4: lil yachty]
spent the weight on my chain
don’t you diss, speak on my name
i’m the same n-gg-, ain’t sh-t changed
never got far with the p-ssy n-gg- thing
no we are not the same, stay in your lane
these n-gg-s leasin’ their rings, it ain’t what you think
this n-gg-s actin’ like they’re so hard
make a p-ssy n-gg- park my car
all these p-ssy n-gg-s try to sound like me
sh-t, they won’t get too far
lil’ boat
[verse 5: shad da god]
ooh, mil’, hundo
yellow, purp, that drank though
pull up on the set with a b-tch so bad
every n-gg- want her back though
my name known in the hood
like a mothaf-ckin’ stop on a back door
i don’t even need no bankroll
just get wet for the zeros
aww yeah, yeah, yeah
bankroll my mafia
i put on that glock like gaddafi, yeah
i ride ’round, i’m juugin’ at 9 a.m., god!
bankroll my mafia
bankroll my mafia
[hook: young thug]
i’m in a foreign car, she in another car
i pull up to the job, i walk in her job
and c-m in her jaw like shotta
se pasa en mi casa
ain’t lookin’ over, i’m leanin’ over
your b-tch want it, she fienin’, homie
i got stripes like a zebra, homie
i’m laughin’ like a hyena, homie
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