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letra de who dat at da door - bankroll tink

[intro: tripstar]
ayy, ayy, scarr, ayy, who is that?
the f-ck is that?
(flexin’ on that b-tch, hold up)
ayy, tink, who is that?
the f-ck goin’ on? the f-ck is that?
(foreverolling)
hold on, who that at the door? (who that at the door?)
woah, who that at the door? (who that at the door?)
woah, who that at the door? (who that at the door?)
woah, who that at the door? (who that at the door?)
woah, woah, who that at the door? (what?)
woah, who that at the door? woah
who that at the door? (woah, who that at the door?)
woah (woah), who that at the door? uh
[verse 1: tripstar]
who the f-ck keep knockin’ at the door? we only got three options
it gotta be money or a 12, we keep somethin’ for the jackboys
let me tell fun fact, my lil’ man gon’ rob the robbers
so many sticks in this b-tch right now, for sure won’t see tomorrow
missed my show, chance to send some ‘bows, i guess i’m hardheaded
drunk a pint, every day, i keep f-ckin’ up my profit

[verse 2: big scarr]
anyway, it’s goin’ down, you know we get it poppin’
catch him with that nasty, freaky b-tch while they out shoppin’, uh
lay on ’em like carpet, we make murder sh-t a hobby, woah
i love those black feet thotties, eat the d-ck, her nose lil’ snotty, woah
you rap ’bout slidin’, robbin’, but ain’t never k!ll n0body, no
i hop out with that shotty, hit his body, make him cut a note

[verse 3: bankroll tink]
woah, gotta watch your back when you get money, don’t know who plottin’
off the drank and exotic, i ain’t too high, i still pop it
rubber bands in my pocket, we eatin’ good, eatin’ steak and lobster
i remember havin’ money problems in the ‘partments, tryna come up on a dollar
now i’m havin’ racks, now i set the trend, now they copy me, now they gon’ follow
i been havin’ choppers since a youngin, beat up the block, any problems, we solve ’em

[verse 4: tripstar & big scarr]
we ridin’ with them choppers, you know this gon’ solve the problem
38 special, murder weapon gon’ solve the problem
all my shooters knock sh-t down, ain’t gotta move to send an order
you mad about the ho, might let my nephew f-ck his daughter
no slime, i just backdoor him, let my lil’ n-ggas extort him
they say that i’m the sh-t, my ice, my neck came with a toilet
stolen scat reported, i just sat it on some forgis
i can’t snitch like richard porter, uh
double back, b-tch, she let me record her, came up sellin’ quarters
[verse 5: bankroll tink]
n-ggas ain’t havin’ no money to place an order, get ’em cross the border
n-ggas be broke as h-ll, they see it as jail ’cause they ain’t havin’ no motion
they n-ggas be ready to snitch and ready to switch ’bout petty-ass lil’ money

- bankroll tink

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