Lyrics Nightmare Before Christmas - Bankrollreese

Shhhh Shhhh
Bankrollreese Nigga
Huh

Heard them boys shooting shit, I don't believe it
You gone have to prove the shit, I gotta see it
Get the pack and move the shit we ship it out to Phoenix
So many racks I blew that shit shopping down at Neimans
My niggas breaking down bricks like its fortnite
Hope you don't think this shit a game aint no more life
All my niggas been up see what the score like
Im just tryna hit the road and see that tour life
Bitch saw the drip she like damn who is he?
Fucked on the bitch now her friend choosing me
Empty the clip yeah we spraying 223s
If I tell em air it out then i bet he clear the scene
By tenth grade i saw ten i cant make this up
Four in a cream soda you cant taste this cup
Y'all niggas get up on a beat and y'all make shit up
My niggas get creative like Picasso when they paint shit up
Bitch this that boss talk shit you ain't hear about
I heard them niggas talking down so whats the word about
Im walking round on the seven Jay got his burner out
Hit the lero grab a couple woods then we rolling out
I done took a couple Ls but I ain't tripping on it
Fucking up a new pair of Js lean was dripping on it
I grab a beat and spit the shit that I be living on it
I let my fans know the real I paint a picture on it
It seem like every beat I use i'm getting sicker on it...

Damn this shit might be the flu
I don't think you sick of me, you sick of being you
Hit my nigga Jay he can show you what that reader do
Ain't gotta throw no cheese just to show you what the reaper do
Like a nigga cold show you what that heater do
My bitch mad, say i'm nonchalant and i'm a cheater too
Get yo bread up thats a message just from me to you
Woulda cashed the balmains i couldn't even fit em
Dawg brung his bitch in the club she ain't leaving with em
Look my shooter in the eyes I see the demon in em
I ain't gotta tell him when to shoot I bet he leave nigga
Bitch staring hard i can tell that she peep the denim
Bet she be all on dick when she see whats in em
I cant make a song with these niggas i don't even feel em
Bet it ain't no hoe in them niggas if you seen me with em
Hit my nigga Rose he got some scams on the flo'
Yeah bitch i'm in to pros aint no plans on the flo'
Hoes drunk the pat ron now her friend want some mo'
Im gone fuck and kick em out i'm just saying its a go
New drip, fucked around and upped a new kit
Blue strips, fucked around and upped a new bitch
Too lit, she fucked around drunk two fifths
Two trips, i'm coming back they like who this
Got blowed and spent my money on some dumb shit
Niggas know i get it back off that one trip
Me and bro cant even talk about that one shit
Hit my nigga Shaudy he can tell you bout that one bitch
Dat One Bitch, She a freak
Im gone fuck her the pass her off to Rique
They think i'm crazy how I spazz off on the beat
You fucked up and spent yo last on a freak
Could've did niggas dirty i ain't even do it
Boy my niggas too influenced
Ain't ask if i fucked his bitch, he already knew it
These niggas mad i got a buzz i'm already fooling

Mannn would y'all niggas stop dissing in them fucking songs man
Niggas know what the fuck it is