Send a Blitz (feat. GMO Stax & Ghetto Baby Boom)

(It's Bankroll, baby)

I wish my life was perfect

I ain't out lookin' for love 'cause that bitch really hurt me

Been goin' up, got all them fuck **** out my circle

Fuck is a hundred bands? I'm spendin' that shit on my wrist

You don't think I live that life? Guess I'ma have to show you

Lil' Will died, he couldn't get rich 'fore he turned thirty

Can't afford to crash out when your life perfect

I can't let these **** get me, bitch, I feel immortal

5 doin' time, ain't gotta question, know I got my brother

Them older **** from the hood still think they run shit

I'm gon' catch him in the lot just like he killed Will

YBN 4L, this shit for life and can't no **** fuck with me

'Member he put that bitch on him, damn, that was my young ****

I don't think he gon' snitch on me, so I still fuck with him

Play it cool, you know the rules, boy

He ain't think I was finna get him, made my move on him

You say you 'bout that life, right? ****, do somethin'

Ain't left town, but gettin' new money

Don't come outside without that bitch, take your jewels from you

Thought he got away, oh yeah, my **** out the roof bustin'

Thirty wasn't enough, that's why I ride around with two of 'em

Passed **** up, I only been home for like two months

Popped so many Perkies, that's my early-morning boot up

AR or the 30, I don't know which one to choose from

I was locked up, makin' **** give they food up

Get it back in blood, quick to tell a **** do somethin'

Feel like Los and Nutty, pussy ****, got no love for 'em

I remember when I told **** I'ma be somethin'

Certified tweaker, **** know who turned the streets up

Told my **** 8 when he come home, here them M's come

Puttin' money on my ****' books, keep your head up

Put some shit up for them rainy days, stack your bread up

Lotta ****, they don't make it outta where I come from

Every dog got his day, ****, what I'm scared of?

**** know who run the city, we the ones they scared of

Real pit, ****, name a time I had my tail tucked

I can't tell a **** 'bout my life, he might tell on us

Soon as he do that shit, rock him to sleep and go to jail for it

You my brother, I'll go and do a hundred years for you

Gotta know that's how I'm comin', Ghetto, you can't tell me nothin'

Ride around, you know I'm bustin', but hold on, let me change the subject

Yop, I know the feds want me

Everything I rap about, I swear this shit just for the money

Tell them let us in this bitch, if not, then you know how we comin'

Tell Stax come outside, tell Lil Bro bring the hundred

I heard ****, they want smoke with my lil' brothers, then we on it

Spin a bend, spin that bitch again, let me out the window

Hmm, you the type to make me mad like we don't stand on business

You the type to make me mad like I won't come and get you

Stop playin', ****

Them fuck **** think they fuckin' with us, hell nah

Hate hard, it's so many **** feelin' salty

Twenty-one, bitch, I made myself a real boss

Yop been on the way, don't ever think my **** fell off

Do I think a **** fuckin' with me? ****, hell nah

All I gotta do is nod my head, get you knocked off

It's some shit I'm takin' to the grave like my **** did

This ain't NFL, we in the field, don't make me send a blitz

And we ain't sendin' hits, ****

GMO, CMO

Don't worry 'bout it, worry 'bout it (It's Bankroll, baby)

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