Bankrollreese - When Its Time

146 niggas know how this shit get
When it's time to ride you gone see who really with you in this shit
Young and wild they know I ain't got no issue taking hits
Niggas foul how he ratting when he with you in the mix
Problem child shit he really out his top ain't got no sense
Ok bring it back again (turn me up)
These niggas see I'm coming up ain't tryna tap me in
The city hot they tryna figure out which scat we in
Bitch we in the same one that we past you in
Ok really though
Post a pic they think I'm outta town I'm in the city though
This shit expensive just a couple thou's that's what they hit me for
146 you know I say it loud I'm yelling bitch free Sco
Them niggas threw some shots I coulda died , them rookies missed me though
These niggas tryna blackball they see me coming up
Naw nigga you can't come outside if you ain't one of us
Niggas swear this shit be on the floor until we send em up
If you ain't on dem trips then you cannot come and get rich wit us
Yo bitch love the way this drac shoot I told her look alive
Said it was up so when I catch you bitch don't look surprised
Nigga said his roley was a trophy gang took his prize
Catch me in that stoley know it's on me you can't look inside
Bitch I'm ski'd up riding round the east wit 30s shots
Nigga freeze what try that shit this way you gone get shot
I got my cheese up them niggas steady worried bout them thots
Keep my beam tucked point it at his face look like the pocks
When it's time to ride you gone see who really with you in dis shit
Young and wild they know I ain't got no issue taking hits
Niggas foul how he rattin when he with you in the mix
Problem child shit he really out his top ain't got no sense
Ok bring it back again
These niggas see I'm coming up ain't tryna tap me in
The city hot they tryna figure out which scat we in
Bitch we in the same one that we past you in
Ok really though
Aye bitch I'm turning up this time
I caught him out and drew twelve ain't no luck this time
I got a fiend that shoot dope he say I bust sick rhymes
I got a bag thanks to God went through the toughest times
Aye I Swear these niggas hate me though
But like I'm on the 2k cover got to face me though
Bitch you think I'm dumb the fuck you tryna take me for
Play in traffic fap fap the fuck you tryna race me for
This bitch keep tryna get me drunk I'm like what you tryna do
We ain't leave no caution sign we came threw and mopped his crew
Ask my bop what's on the menu she say I got top for you
My brotha caught another head I told her give me top for two

Written by:
Maurice Clark

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