Precaution (feat. ELGRINDO)

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BankrollMaxx

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This the one right here
Before you try to run up on me nigga please think it through
Bankroll ain't no track-star, I'm balling so I don't run I shoot
Feel like Goku when he power up and then his hair turn blue
(What that mean)
That mean these niggas got no choice but cop the deuce
(What that mean)
That mean they only option is admit defeat
If they don't wave white flags tonight, tomorrow they going to be deceased
Shroom fiend, without psilocybin I feel incomplete
Your gal' wild, she trying to f*ck on me, I think the bitch in heat
Told them I'm up next but I lied, bitch I'm up now
These lil' hoes be ducks, pull out some bread I bet they come around
Hot head, gotta air something out just to pipe me down
My niggas crack a joke before they slime you out, they killer clowns
When I found those gold caps, I think I found my true love
We ain't the same, the hoes I'm ducking, your ass beg for hugs
We out in public, she on go, the Bitch can't wait to f*ck
1 hundred M's pending in my future, I can't wait to touch
I can't wait to walk around with 1 hundred bands, all blues
Make your bitch get up and shake that ass, that's what this music do
Snakes right beside you, they just camouflaged, fooling you
You can do something out of love and they going to think they using you
You could do something out of love, they going to think they getting over
Too much syrup poured in the pop it took the fizz straight out my soda
Pull up with them dicks out, ain't talking indecent exposure
Pull up with them sticks, you disappear, I'm talking hocus pocus
Gotta get this dough,
I'll never fold,
Not even behind closed doors, gotta keep my pole,
Dying soon ain't in my goals
Supposed to been my dog
How you changing for some cat
Just know all that shit you said
Know you can not take it back
I just want them racks, I just wanna trap, I just wanna win
I just wanna stack up all my bands and take care of my fam
Niggas they Be mad at you for real, I don't understand
God damn, you were supposed to been my bitch, us against them
F*ck no, I don't wanna talk I'm by myself now
I can't listen to that shit it ain't no bop to it
Rolling off these jiggas, baby
Yea I make fiend music
With some groove to it, gotta move to it
Hit the stove with my first three-five and I ain't look back
Okay, I got a plan now
I'm serving white, I'm serving green, I'm serving xans
I can't sleep and I can't eat cause I been up I need this cheese

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