Bankie - Talk 2 em

GankSquad
Uptown
You hear me nigga
Let me talk to em

Talk to him then bankroll
Bitch ass niggas on my dick they wanna hate
We shootin' down them burg, 28's watch em skate
A nigga eatin' good, man you see what's on my plate

Only fuck with four niggas, all these other niggas fake
Word around town, heard niggas at bra
They let a nigga out, now they really fucked up
Shooters with them rugers, have my Goonies at your house

Never get my hands dirty have my killers bring them out
Bands on your head, better hit the highway
Cause your ass on sale like Black Friday
I walk it how I talk it and I get it how I live it

It's just me and my nine, I don't need no codefendant
My niggas get them ready then I come and get them jetty
Got the trash bag money, talkin' bout that hefty hefty
Off one phone call, man I make more than your daddy

That's that Uptown shit, Route four, free lil Natti
And free lil Johnny, vell, Kobe, and aonnie
I'm on the paper chase until the feds can find me
Mr. Ralph Lauren, man polo might try to fine me

I'm a trill young savage, lil webbie might try to sign me
Chopper, how you runnin', like you at a track meet
Up pipe on your ass, I can hear your heart beat
Niggas talkin' ra-ra, but not really in the streets

You feelin' foggy, nigga leap', and end up at the house of wheat
Don't come to RP, I got killers that go crazy
Wes, Darion, Lil' Trey and P-Baby
Lil' Dave gon' shoot, Lil' Chris gon' shoot

My cousin Tay gon' shoot, Pluto' Crave gon' shoot
Niggas gettin' hectic, young niggas we livin' reckless
Cut yo fingers off, send your momma the Christmas presents
Sneak dissin' for attention, man, you don't know what I'm bout

You keep sayin' my name, I'm rip your tongue out your mouth
Lil' mikey from the six, got me fuckin' with the gank
We on that other shit, fuck around and hit a bank
40 with the scope, I'm strapped up, you think I ain't

I'm fresh up out the juvie, a lil nigga bout to hank
And if you got some bands, then nigga, I need that
I'm hungry for that money, broke nigga, can't be that
First warning shot, goin' to your kneecap

Second warning shot, I'm shootin' where you bleed at
Motherfucker, and that's more where that came from
Who a pussy in our clique, nigga, name one
Young boss, straight thorough, boy, it ain't one

Uptown, can't forget where I came from

Written by:
Justin Simmons

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