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letra de free bank - ytb fatt

[intro: bankroll freddie & ytb fatt]
yeah, what’s poppin’, n-gga, y’all know what’s happenin’, man
big bank, you know what i’m sayin’ (haha)
poppin’ all that, man, you know what’s poppin’
ah, shelby got that blue sh-t, you got that orange sh-t
bail like the motherf-ckin’ mix (haha) n-gga, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? haha

[chorus]
uh, mama fox said, “cheese,” i ain’t came to my dreams ’til i had kids
it’s time to see who gon’ ride for real
we catch dudes, they proud, for real
i saw my cousin k!ll my cousin for real
these n-ggas ridin’, they gon’ tell how they feel
they rollin’ on pound right now, came with k!lls
f-ck this rap, all that talk off the rip

[verse 1]
ayy, what’s happenin’, no time to speak
in a couple weeks you’ll be k!lled
i tie my shoes, say it is what it is
when i signed my deal, bro signed for ten
when i went numbеr one, had the city turnt
my fans knew i had smokе for real
i signed the contract and put that bread gang chain on and shot back to the field
hit the city, they put a hundred in my truck
i said it myself, this smoke for real
i hit that road, got a new batch of k!llers
and a month later, i signed for some ms (ha)
my brother died when i did (ha)
i’ma tell my story to my kids (ha)
my family already know, my cousin wanna k!ll me, for real
f-ck every side, sh-t, how would i say it?
k!ll ’em all, but ask joe how i play it
i want a n-gga hit right in they sh-t
they gon’ come and get me if i say it
i was down bad on my d-ck, every b-tch i wanted, they left me on read
my broke days over, i put a chain on every n-gga that gave me a bed
[bridge]
n-gga, don’t come around this sh-t
n-gga, i hit a couple shows with a n-gga, but i changed
man, it’s f-ck a n-gga
5 ‘nem tellin’ me, n-gga, makin’ me eighteen, seventeen hour drive
down there riskin’ it all at these shows
just to have a n-gga who be sellin’ their ass some cheap

[verse 2]
n-ggas swing on me, gettin’ shot, i mean that from the bottom of my heart
keisha wright took a piece of my heart
yeah, a jail call, this here’ll take you far
f-ck your man, i can’t walk with my blow
four bullet proofs in my grandma yard
i’m talkin’ ’bout bullets bouncin’ off the truck
i’m a millionaire, but still’ll hop out the car (woo)
i got rank on my block (what else?)
i done drove every car
i still take care of the ‘pa and i’m still gettin’ n-ggas dropped
[bridge]
psh, ha, f-ck every side, sh-t, how would i say it?
ha, f-ck every side, sh-t, how would i say it?
psh, ah, p-ssy
psh, f-ck every side, sh-t, how would i say it?
psh, f-ck every side, sh-t, how would i say it?
psh, i wanna k!ll ’em all, ask joe how i play it
psh, remember that gang sh-t?
we done lost sh-t back some months, september
we on that gang sh-t right now
that gangster sh-t on for the rest of the month
and for the rest of the year

- ytb fatt

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