Bankhead

Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
And they gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me
With a quarter or a blow get low than we see
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Open up the console, that's where I got my gun
Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out

Ya airing for a little fender bender
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s

Back in the spot with the same bomb serving drops
Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one
They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me
Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V
I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another dead on my block, hey
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go

I said I do it to make the pussy happy
I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin'
Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike

Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the clouds
Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail pipe
Ridin' Fulton in D where we know it to be
If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go
That’s right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the seat
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my hood

It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s

Tail pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the night
Hos know, killers on the west side earn stripes

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go
I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
I'm gonna pull over in born home my cousin and B
And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty

Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just because
Baby just remember, make it quick
Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue
I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all night
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s
Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block

These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit
No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D
Waffle House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey