GVO - Bankroll (feat. ThirdGen, THESLiMMGRiMM, Prime & Marty Gray)

Yeah
Ahh shit
No time to play (nope)
Get out my way (move)
Fuck what you talking and fuck what you thinking
I need me a place so that I'mma keep eating, that's all I'mma say (hol' up)
But wait, three cheers like hip hip hooray (woo)
I'm the realest dawg, MVP of the game (yeah)
Like fuck all your boundaries
I'm who you tryna be
Fuck all that petty shit
No, it don't fly to me
Ear to the streets
I'm ignoring your privacy
Bitch niggas talking but never confront a G
Fuck is you sayin'? (Fuck is you sayin', my nigga?)
Overheat danger, my nigga start spraying (bra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Calm and collected, talkin' bout bodies, I got a collection
Applying the pressure, I'll never be stressin'
Keep shooting your shot and getting rejected
You losing your temper, well that's an ejection (woo)
The fuck is you saying?
Oh
Spaz on the track
GVO bangin', they on the attack
And they fuck with the boy 'cause I bring all the facts
I'm too elite, you can check out my stats
New to the game and they call me the hack
Or is it the glitch? Bitch, I'm the shit
Count up the racks, spend it all on a fit
Need me a foreign, like Lilo & Stitch
I'm outta this world, spacesuit cost a grip
Knockin' shit out, just throw me the pitch
I'm fearless for real, I don't even flinch
When I pull up, I'm bringing disaster
Call up your mother and call up the pastor
I'm moving fast but I'm trynna go faster
Got all of the elements, yeah, I'm the master
Oh
Spinnin' the block and hittin' some licks
Swipin' the change and checkin' the whips
Duckin' the pigs and switchin' the fits
As a youngin, was taught to go hard as a brick
Sick of the fake, I'm as real as it get
I'm up in space when I take a hit
Locked in the cage to finish the mission
Fill up the page, you spillin' the mix
I'm in a rage when raising the tension
You was raised just to act like a bitch
I'm up in Chase, I'm grabbing a Frank
My queen a wifey, you wifing a skank
Heard that she stank & she high on the rank
And that pussy been tanked and my chick is on blank
Hit you with shank, I'm like fuck what you think
And I head to the bank with the Ratchet & Clank
Better be grateful, bank teller duck under the tables
Told her, "bitch, this ain't no fable"
Take everything if I'm able
On my high horse like I was at the stable
I'm eating good, I know you see my plateful
Blowin' a leaf and I'm drippin' like maple
Aww fuck!
P just hopped in the cut, nigga what's up
I'm in my prime, I'm living it up
I came here to stunt, I'm dressed like a monk
I'm mixing the hood with the hippie while giving no fucks
A powerful mixture besides the one that's up in my cup
Twist when i roll through, still gotta pour two
Live like a rockstar, Gen on the bass fool
I might hide in the hills like Dre do
Still got the urge to sell a brick like Jay do
Good with the paper, check my staples
Can't give up, I'm not that graceful
GVO firm in the cut tryna crash your stables
Nigga
GVO, gonna get me on the bankroll
Tell your momma she's invited to the big show
GVO, gonna get me on the bankroll
Tell 'em
Tell 'em
Tell 'em
Tell 'em

Written by:
Larry Crawford, Markese Major, Martinus Gray, Stephen Singleton

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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