Bankhead (feat. P$C & Young Dro)

Westside, ****, hey, hey

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?

See me ridin' in a Chevy .44 on the seat

With a quarter or a blow, get low, then we see, no tag

No license, trunk loaded with D

Ridin' Fulton in D where we know it to be

They pulled us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' with me

If they don't want to die tonight they best stop fuckin' with me

I'ma pull over in Bowen home, my cousin and B

And they gon' hide me in they home while they lookin' for me

(Hey) It's the neighborhood superstars

Couple Chevy, pullin' hard

Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rockstars

We puttin' fear in cowards' hearts when they see us on the block

Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just because

The hell I care about getting caught? I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock

Back in the spot with the same bomb, servin' drops

I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at Tip's spot

I'm burnin' rubber, fuck the cops, another day on my clock

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?

I'm Cadillac Daddy, pulled up on some hoes from old Natty

I said I'm Pimp Squad, hoe, what's happenin'?

Westside gettin' them panties snappin'

She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy?

I said I do to make the pussy happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia

Step inside a suite and then continue

You're in for a little fender bender

Baby, just remember, make it quick

These **** kinda know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a Bubble Kush Chevy, well at least that's what it smells like

Hit the gas, blue fire blowin' out the tail pipe

Tail pipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night

I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike

That's right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s

It sound like a stadium

You would've thought the Braves played

The engine runnin' like Vick

With the Falcons on the hood

Mr. Mr. Westside, yeah, you know they in my hood

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?

Ain't no tellin' where I'm going, 'less I'm steppin' out

Singin' on the high life, windows up, in the clouds

Open up on the console, that's where I got my gun

Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all night

Hoes know, killers on the Westside earn stripes

Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill

Swervin' off Church Street, the pimp god gave me skills

I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me?

Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me

Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, **** havin' beef with me

Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens foldin', my Chevy watchin' Lean On Me

Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me

Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone three on me

Waffle House Charger, yellow black, I got a bee on me

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?

I got my .44 and my 'dro

And my Chevy on 24s and my hoes, now where am I 'posed to go?