Текст песни Big bankroll - YungTrel

Slide on your block then we let off some bullets
Its a new year so im turnt to the fullest
She wanna fuck i can tell how she looking
Niggas they snitching before they come and book it
I wouldn't be trel if a nigga came and took it
He think its sweet till i hop out and pull it
These niggas fake i can tell how he crooked
Slab in the kitchen i know what he cooking
Niggas they hate me because I do better
Too many zips can't fit in the dresser
Big ass choppa came with a suppresor
Look in his eyes you can tell he not a stepper
She wanna Fucc the first day that i met her
He dont hold weight his name light as a feather
Marlo got locked up for holding barettas
I cook it up now its stuck like propellars
He keep talking shit he'll diss in a song
Marlo got locked up for invading homes
They think im lacking im never alone
I put my trap money right where im pose
He tried to hit a lick but he froze
Slide on my block then you get exposed
Niggas they lame they still beef over hoes
Try to steal from us we taking your soul

Promethazine in my stomach got me walking like a zombie
Glock 17 make them niggas start running
I post at the trap with exotic and money
I sit back and let the cup fuck up my tummy
Big back wood rolled up like a mummy
I know these niggas they envy me
Cause im making plays with no tv no dvd
Please dont get shot for avoiding them casualties

Big bank roll big bank roll
And thats chasing bag on the way
Big bank roll big bank roll
Big ar's that we bring to pistol play
Big bank roll big bankroll
We slide on the opps promise me you won't hesitate
Do what you got to do thats what my momma say
12 on my ass but im still trapping anyways

Jumped off the porch at 14 started trapping
I was just trying to get me some new clothes and shoes
Younging around niggas ain't got nothing to lose
But I know they gon blow cause thats the shit that we do
On baby
High as a kite feel like im gaining altitude
Beef on the net what you tryna prove
Sit back and watch all bitches get mad when they lose
Play with barie get cooked like spaghetti
Im at the trap posted up like a reverend
How many straps at the trap ain't no telling
That 5.56 hit your belly
You get sent to heaven
You get hit just for asking a question
The streets keep me away from depression
The weed i was selling
Posted up with the gang like the president

Big bank roll big bank roll
And thats chasing bag on the way
Big bank roll big bank roll
Big ar's that we bring to pistol play
Big bank roll big bankroll
We slide on the opps promise me you won't hesitate
Do what you got to do thats what my momma say
12 on my ass but im still trapping anyways