NBA Youngboy – Big Bankroll

Out Off the 21 tracks released by NBA Youngboy On His Newly Released Album Which He Titled ‘TOP’.

We Hopped Out This Wonderful Song Which Seems To Be The 13th Track On the Project and it’s titled “Big Bankroll”.

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Big bankroll NBA lyrics

[Intro]

(Drell On The Track)

(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah

I’m full of drugs and I’m still turnt up, nigga

I’m still in love and I’m and I’m and I’m muggin’, nigga

I’ll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga

Huh? Yeah, look

[Chorus]

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go

Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope

Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes

Then had the baddest of ’em all

And I still ain’t never chose

Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that

Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that

I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah

He took that blick straight out his pants and top

Ain’t gave that boy no pass

I put that bitch right on his ass

[Verse 1]

I say murder, we gon’ the blow the curb up

I’m talkin’ to the point where they can’t even serve nothin’

I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on ’em

You better be on point, we pull up shootin’ tryna murk something

One body, two body, three body, four

Five bodies, now we knockin’ at your door

Been in that ‘Raq for ’bout a month, these niggas hoes

Straight down with them poles

Bending curves with my lit bros

Out at night, get your life stole

Harbor freight, don’t use no stove

Mold the shit then get it sold

Face the bitch, he break the code

I take that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own

We call it Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome

I got niggas servin’ for me now my baby mamas used to fuck

That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I’m the reason they ain’t there

I’m the founder of the killing season, every month I pay that fare

Nigga know I’m in that car most time tryna see if they out here, bitch

[Chorus]

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go

Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope

Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes

Then had the baddest of ’em all

And I still ain’t never chose

Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that

Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that

I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah

He took that blick straight out his pants and top

Ain’t gave that boy no pass

I put that bitch right on his ass

[Verse 2]

Do she love me or do she love me not?

I don’t know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO

I’m like is I’m gon’ kill him or he gon’ kill me?

But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself ’cause I just ran out of leaves

Man, look, I’m doped up and I’m fucked up, fuck that pussy nigga

Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside ’em, so I’m bucked up tryna zip a nigga

Since I was eighteen on, who made me?

I ain’t go two months without killing me a nigga

Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta

God’ll tell you I’m a bloody nigga, lil’ bitch

Two books I split between two niggas, ain’t get it back

Officer, when you talk ’bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack

‘Cause that’s the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back

Y’all paint me like I’m made of violence

Any case on me refer to shootin’ back

They can’t pinpoint who I whacked

Bring you bitches out like back to back

Make ’em come and draw the chalk, who next?

I want another hat like motherfuck that

I tell my twin, “You better not motherfuckin’ touch that”

Every time we see you up that, bitch, you know you gettin’ bust at

[Chorus]

Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go

Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope

Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes

Then had the baddest of ’em all

And I still ain’t never chose

Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that

Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that

I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah

He took that blick straight out his pants and top

Ain’t gave that boy no pass

I put that bitch right on his ass

[Outro]

Murder, we gon’ throw the curveball

Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can’t say nothin’

(Drell On The Track) We gon’ pile up, drill ’em all, yeah

(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon’ spray ’em down, yeah