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set the record straight 3 - sod bankroll lyrics

[intro: ratchet life & sodbankroll]
(this beat made by ferrari)
it’s step or die
and b*tch you know we let them bullets fly
it’s lil bank, i’m back on that same sh*t

[verse 1]
look, ain’t sh*t change, i’m ’bout my business, i’m still politicin’
the streets mine, so when i talk my sh*t them b*tches gotta listen
no cap, my bag bigger, dollar signs on my attention
fed baby, know they watchin’, but there’s still choppas with me
look, on gang, i met a plug and fell in love with diamonds
and i ain’t hidin’, my whole city say they wanna blind me
i pay the trenches, i ain’t leavin’ ’til a label sign me
real street n*gga, say she can tell, but she know i’m grimy
but she say i’m shinin’, on command shе gon give me sloppy
it’s step or diе, go check the score, b*tch we collect them bodies
don’t trust a freak, a b*tch can’t get a dollar out my pocket
i switched it up, now watch them d*ck pullers gon try to copy
(but they can’t stop me)

[bridge]
.40 glock, no devin white, b*tch i ain’t lackin, this in reach
youngin’ gon free his k!llas, i’m tryn’ put one on a tee
h*llcat parked in the slums, pushin’ b*ttons, f*ck a key
burnin’ money, every hunnid come from trappin’, that’s on me
[verse 2]
armed and dangerous, me and gang, the d.a. want us off the streets
say we ain’t learn when we in jail, only time that they get peace
it’s free smoke, they chasin’ clout, but know it’s up with sod
don’t do no reppin, we the ones zippin’ sh*t and taggin’ feet
i run through hoes, f*ck a b*tch, it ain’t one that i’mma keep
f*ck the opposition bm, but her name i won’t speak
don’t make no sense how i be swaggin’, i’mma magnet to the freaks
but i barely wear a shirt, just ’cause my body full of ink

[bridge]
back to trappin’ in the bando, i’m an owl, i don’t sleep
i elevated, b*tch it’s levels to this sh*t, i feel like meek
set the record straight, the streets was beggin’ me to drop a 3
this that sh*t that make them young n*ggas steppin’ wanna go creep

[verse 3]
i’m the sickest in my city, if i lie then stop the beat
but i’m known for statin’ facts, get off my d*ck and let me eat
[?] road is where i grew up, but got mob ties with peach
free lil poncho, we just used to use that bopper for the jeep
i’ll never rat, i take my l!ck, you can go and check my jacket
road runnin’, doin’ shows, phone jumpin’ like a mattress
.223s, if i show ’em, my p.o. gon come and sn*tch me
don’t link up with no rap n*ggas, cause they p*ssy and be cappin’
sendin’ hits when i get p*ssed, drop a bag and [?] lil valley
plug gon send em, i say send em, he just waitin’ on the addy
syrup sippin’ by the 4, we get codiene by the gallon
they say it’s money on my head, but i’m still up in that rachet
[outro]
b*tch, yeah, you know what up with us, ya heard me
it’s step or die, b*tch we ain’t hidin’ from no n*gga, ya heard me
we out here, everyday, all day
you know, get at us, yeah

- sod bankroll lyrics

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