BANKROLLS & GROUPIE HOES LYRICS
| SINGER | LIL POPPA |
| ALBUM | Evergreen Wildchild 2 |
| PRODUCER | PlutoBrazy |
PLAY BANKROLL & GROUPIE HOES SONG
BANKROLL & GROUPIE HOES LYRICS – LIL POPPA
[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
All the real niggas getting murdered I hope I don’t die the same way
But I ain’t worried them youngins spinning the same day
I wasn’t surprise my nigga died with the same K
And just cause they on live all outside them niggas ain’t safe
A hundred hoes in this bitch and they finna get hit the gang way
She fascinated at how they hit she keep asking me what my chain say
And if a nigga get to tripping we wet this bitch up the rain way
On the ground where his head lay tryna see what his brain think
And I done turned into a fiend done started popping them everyday
Aye what the fuck you niggas mean we rolling different opps in every J
My brother hate you then it’s fuck ya yeah I go whenever Quez say
Hold up let me switch the topic before I say some shit that Quez say
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
What that is in your pocket?
Hundreds, Twenty’s, Fifty’s
I keep fucking up my count goddamn I’m tripping
He got a bankroll on him yeah that’s probably why he limping
And he know all the hoes want him that’s why he fucking all the bitches
Girl, what your name is?
Kisha, Lisha, Brittany
My lil’ gutta bitch she with it she know we don’t do no kissing
They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended
Better duck when they go to hitting cause they don’t do no missing
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I’ma leave it in the streets, fuck a mention
What is beef? We clear the smoke
Let me know if it’s some tension
My lil’ hitta cut throat he say his trigger finger itching
We ain’t never duck smoke, I’m tryna get rid of them bitches
I just put a ten on a nigga, Percocet 10s in my body, I’m trippin’
Shawty eat the dick up like a video vixen
Spin a nigga block ’til every gun empty
And we won’t leave no witness, no we don’t do no missing
Fire in yo face, I’m tryna knock a nigga nose off
I know we dumping out the gate, cuz my killa think he O’Dawg
I put dick all in her face and I make shawty take her clothes off
Plenty hoes like Flava Flav I line ’em up and do a roll call
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
What that is in your pocket?
Hundreds, Twenty’s, Fifty’s
I keep fucking up my count goddamn I’m tripping
He got a bankroll on him yeah that’s probably why he limping
And he know all the hoes want him that’s why he fucking all the bitches
Girl, what your name is?
Kisha, Lisha, Brittany
My lil’ gutta bitch she with it she know we don’t do no kissing
They say them young niggas got chops and the Glocks extended
Better duck when they go to hitting cause they don’t do no missing
