Listen to Hyenas (feat. Young Thug, Tip, Duke, Shad Da God & Lil Yachty) by Bankroll Mafia

Hyenas (feat. Young Thug, Tip, Duke, Shad Da God & Lil Yachty)

Bankroll Mafia

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Duke

Vocals

Lil Yachty

Vocals

T.I.

Vocals

Young Thug

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Clifford Harris

Clifford Harris

Songwriter

Derix Mapp

Songwriter

Duke

Songwriter

Jaswinder Singh

Jaswinder Singh

Songwriter

Jeffery Williams

Jeffery Williams

Songwriter

Miles Parks McCollum

Miles Parks McCollum

Songwriter

Rashad Battle

Songwriter

Steve Sampson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jazzfeezy

Producer

Steve Sampson

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

You better run, we gon' come for you

My IV is red like thermometers

I fuck on that bitch like a born star

Hit me up when I'm on tour

[Verse 2]

I'ma unlock the card if you want it

We gon' fuck on that girl if she balling

These lil' **** not eating, they boney

Her best friends got it going and going

[Verse 3]

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job

And cum in her jaw like shotta

??? ???

[Verse 4]

Ain't looking over, I'm leaning over

Your bitch want it, she feigning, homie

I got stripes like zebra, homie

I'm laughing like a hyena, homie

[Verse 5]

I don't know where you get your facts at, ****

But you come in half-assed, I'ma max that ****

Catch his ass in my hood, I'ma tax that ****

If he run, give you ten if you catch that ****

[Verse 6]

You know you don't really want my crew to attack, ****

I'll fire your ass up, you can ask that ****

Nah, I bet you'd rather at that ****

Beefing all on Instagram and Snapchat with him

[Verse 7]

Just yesterday I was a young crack dealer

When the trap was slow, I put it on the fast track, ****

Aiming for eight figures shot, pass that ****

Set the world on fire, where your match at, ****?

[Verse 8]

AKOO and Hustle Gang did thirty something million

Another seven off of television put that with it

Now can you match that, ****?

And we ain't even talking 'bout my rap track, ****

[Verse 9]

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 that I am everything that you ain't

[Verse 10]

Like a stand-up guy and a real ****

Sucker ass ****, don't deal with him

I had a bunch of silent **** standing with me in the trap

Eighteen years later and I'm still with 'em

[Verse 11]

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job

And cum in her jaw like shotta

??? ???

[Verse 12]

Ain't looking over, I'm leaning over

Your bitch want it, she feigning, homie

I got stripes like zebra, homie

I'm laughing like a hyena, homie

[Verse 13]

I love all my ****, I ride for my homies

They keep it one hunnid, can't lie to my homies

Eating on turkey now, no bologna

Still gaining weight and we 'bout to go touring

[Verse 14]

We really rich ****, we hop in that foreign

****, you play and get shot by the morning

Spray the whole hunnid shots with no warning

[Verse 15]

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

[Verse 16]

Stack all this money and count all the yams

Used to move weight and ain't talking 'bout no gem

Rubber band racks by the ten now

Used to be broke, went from bucket to Benz

[Verse 17]

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job

And cum in her jaw like shotta

??? ???

[Verse 18]

Ain't looking over, I'm leaning over

Your bitch want it, she feigning, homie

I got stripes like zebra, homie

I'm laughing like a hyena, homie

[Verse 19]

Spent the whole eight on my chain

Don't you diss, speak on my name

I'm the same ****, ain't shit changed

Never got far with the pussy **** thing

[Verse 20]

No, we are not the same

Stay in your lane

These **** leasing their rings

It ain't what you think

[Verse 21]

These **** acting like they're so hard

Make a pussy **** park my car

All these pussy **** try to sound like me

Shit, they won't get too far Lil' Boat

[Verse 22]

Ooh, mil', hundo

Yellow, purp that drank though

Pull up on the set with a bitch so bad

Every **** want her back though

[Verse 23]

My name know in the hood

Like a motherfucking stop on a back door

I don't even need no bankroll

Just get wet for the zeros

[Verse 24]

Aw yeah, yeah

Bankroll my mafia

I put on that gold like Gaddafi, yeah

I ride 'round, I'm juuging at 9 AM

Bankroll my mafia

Bankroll my mafia

[Verse 25]

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job

And cum in her jaw like shotta

??? ???

[Verse 26]

Ain't looking over, I'm leaning over

Your bitch want it, she feigning, homie

I got stripes like zebra, homie

I'm laughing like a hyena, homie

Written by: Clifford Harris, DWAIN A COLLINS, Derix Mapp, Jaswinder Singh, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Rashad Deonte Battle, Steven Joseph Samson

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