BankStr3tch

[Intro] Aye Hollow run that hoe back Aye Aye Aye (Hollow) Aye hollow turn me up Bitch Damn Hollow [Verse 1: Erica Banks] Rock and I roll and I hop on this hoe Ain’t no pen I go straight off the top Turn up the bass, lil’ hoe back up out my face Aim that lil’ beam at a opp Hoe I got shooters, hoe I got bitches who fight Pick what you want in a second I don’t go rest to club with these bitches no more Cause these bitches ain’t real and they messy Hoe I’m the shit, no we ain't stunning yo bitch Hoe mad I'm running with Top Off He coming over no he spending the night Pull up I’m taking the lock off Aye talking that shit from thе side shit Trip and they knocking yo block off How you talk all that shit from a distance But can't buy thе real cause you rocking the knock off Aye lil’ boy go pull up yo pants Counting the pacer then do my lil’ dance Know that shit back and he all in a stance Can’t get my number I don't want a man How you gone beef when you still got a job bitch Talk to me when you can quit How you beef with a bitch who been harder than you Beef with me when you can spit I don't know how cause they know my shit poppin Know my shit bumpin’ I do it for real I ain’t be rapping a year in this hoe, but I’m here in this hoe And I turned down to two deals I be on camera like “Abrakadabra” Pull out the mic they like how do you feel I'm on a mission on top of these bitches Just roll me blunt but I'm good on them pills bitch [Verse 2: Str3tch] Hit that lil bitch skrrt she dropped off This off the top reverse it Top Off Niggas want beef but we keep that iron But we still goin’ swing turn this bitch into top golf Flow so sick go me nauseous Top off cut shooting dice into offices It’s crazy we really be turning down offers You can jump like Kriss if you Kross us Bitch eat my lap while I’m changing lanes Shit sound like Meghan and Wayne Keep two sticks got them striped on some shit Imma up it goin’ look like I'm Raising Canes You don’t want smoke niggas(?) You niggas holding in up scripts Pockets got C-notes, blue hunnids, whatever We in the strip club and we throwing crip Don’t fuck with no pills but you can get drugs We ain’t got time to be holding no grudge Don’t be confused I ain't talking bout weed But we will roll up and smoke all of your buds I kinda miss pouring up mud Boys be be weak but act all tough in the club Lying you act like bang, you jump by the gang Have you and niggas out throwing up blood Hitter so big by the double we blitzing Bitches suck dick no cutter no kissing Got enough game to make any hoe listen Chains on my neck like a video vixen Dancing bitch throw that ass like a tantrum She ate the dick behind tent like we camping All this dough and all this flow y’all probably think a nigga talk about a mansion I got bars im a rapper Own this bars like a rapper I don't drink lean no more i done seen more scripts than an actor I use to sip medical drank, rap better than me that a hell of a prank Sis you better watch these bitches they snitches They just some talentless Erica Bank (got damn hold up’)