[Chorus - Bankroll Fresh:] Back in the place to be Did you notice all my niggas stay with me Hawk's game wood floor save a seat Up five, court side, JT for three F on the rims stand for "Fuck 'em I'm eating" Women lie, men lie, numbers ain't cheating Southern fried chicken, mix that, and two piece me I do this shit for real I make this shit look easy
[Verse - Bankroll Fresh:] Young, fly, flashy, ashy to classy Who the realest nigga in it? I'm just asking Nigga pass the scissors, let me cut up this plastic Dope boy shit, today I'm rocking New Balance Dropped Hot Boy mixtape, it's a classic Dropped ESPN, they said a young nigga spazzing Dope boy shit, I got these young niggas trapping Real niggas get it, fuck these hoes, I'm stacking Spam out on this shit, I came to set the record Drop that street shit, that's when the streets gone respect you Nigga do your thing. Fuck it, ice up the bezel I never had a plug, but I ball like I met him Real nigga, don't let no ho stress you If your a real nigga, nigga you know better Keep this shit a hundred, nigga I shouldn't have to tell you Police trusting nigga, you're setting yourself up for failure Nigga wants to bet it, I'm a floss up my necklace Ball how I want to ball, bitch I'm back to flexing Sent the S to the shop, I fucked around and wrecked it Drop an extra ten bands, it's got me driving reckless Quit working in these streets that's why I'm highly respected Hottest shit the streets seen, so they gotta request it Put it in these bitches faces, so they gotta accept it Had to how the streets some love, them other niggas was selfish Brought a U-Haul through the hood, I bought some toys for the kids Gave some turkeys away, that's the realest shit I done did Put my nigga on his feet, he just came home from a bid Hottest nigga around this bitch, it ain't no way you ain't hear it
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