Free Mr. Banks Lyrics by LUCKI
Free Mr. Banks
(You don’t have no snakes or nothin’, do you?)
(Man, I got snakes from one end of this house to the other)
Ayy, shit for real, no bap
Them young niggas come and get you, you’ll just be gettin’ home
I’ll dog a hoe down, put her name in a song
I was tryna leave the mob, but I got cold feet
Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nose bleeds
Book Tune, cost a Maybach for the show fee
Baby gangsta, they drink syrup like Ol E
Early snakes, kill a rats, FJG
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young junkie momma said her sister musta raised me
Cash run the world, I gotta remind that shit to Baby Ski
On my way to space, I ask that hoe if she gon’ wait for me
Same type niggas take from me, be the same one get a day from me
Big bro told me play for keeps, I go back to back, it’s 80-3
I’m tryna fuck some paper up, make it back, another spree
She tryna make another me, that’s why he like a son to me
That Rarri truck is black and yellow and look like a bumblebee
I’m high as fuck, that ain’t nothin’ new, that’s what they want from me
I’m tied up, in the MOB, I brought my son it
And then I broke heart in the Cullinan
Then she look up and remember it all
Ayy, ayy, shit for real, no bap
These young niggas come and get you, you a
Haha, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck, preach that again
Ayy, ayy, ayy, shit for real, no bap
Them young niggas come and get you, you a
Just be gettin’ home, I’ll dog a hoe down
Put her name in a song, I had tried to leave them out, but I got cold feet
Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nose bleeds
Booked Tune, cost a Maybach for the show fee
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Early snake, kill a rats, F.J.G.
Slatt