Bankrupt (Feat. Lil Yachty & Lil Baby)

(Barlis is down, seem I'll send the signal right there yeah)
 (B- we ain't mate in this club) oops stars
 Goddammit you p-
 Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
 Can you get it, ain't no running man
 Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him
 I ain't never gave a f- about no b-
 Cause I'm bigger and I'm better
 Keep a Smith and Wesson we can do whatever aye
 You say you a boss, I know you a lame
 And that n- ugly what the f- you saying?
 You ain't getting money girl you need a plan
 You a broke b-, always holding out your hand
 I'm a real b-
 I just be getting bad
 Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans (man's)
 That money in my hand put it right on your head
 Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
 F- a role we speak facts
 If a lame b- talking I won't even speak back
 Keep that four five all black, we strapped, we back
 Pop up on 'em make a b- see that, aye
 F- all them n- we gon' f- up this cash
 I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
 Hopped in a foreign, b- you hopped in a cab
 Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, aye
 I'm a real b- I can't fake shit
 You a f- p- you don't shake shit
 You just figured it out bruh you late b-
 You a broke b- you ain't got no bands to play with
 Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
 You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit
 You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
 B- you bankrupt
 All them hoes losing but they ain't us
 F- all them n- we gon' f- up this cash
 I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
 Hopped in a foreign, b- you hopped in a cab
 Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
 F- all them n- we gon' f- up this cash
 I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
 Hopped in a foreign, b- you hopped in a cab
 Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
 All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a thirty
 Spent long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my coupe is prayin'
 223 cockin', get to jerkin' have 'em n- swervin'
 N- servin'
 B- drinkin' bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin'
 Now I f- hoes when I wanna (yeah)
 Bro used to post on the corner (yeah)
 Money was b- was foreign
 Killin' shit, sendin' these hoes to the corner (yeah)
 Don't be sad now a n- up
 AP's goin' dumb
 Why you comin' out b- if you ain't tryna make me cum?
 Stupid ass b-, I said so, wanna smack you
 Gon' and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
 Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
 Clip round my chest like a motherf- satchel
 You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
 B- you bankrupt
 All them hoes losing but they ain't us
 You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
 B- you bankrupt
 All them hoes losing but they ain't us
 F- all them n- we gon' f- up this cash
 I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
 Hopped in a foreign, b- you hopped in a cab
 Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
 F- all them n- we gon' f- up this cash
 I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
 Hopped in a foreign, b- you hopped in a cab
 Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
 Hundred bottles, no sparklers, we already lit
 Thousand hunnid, all the bills like its counterfeit
 Love the hoe, I slap the b-, we on some different shit
 This shit didn't come from round the way, I'm on some different drip
 Sticky, she wanna get with me
 I need me a bad broad, then again, a nicki
 Ain't leavin' no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder scene
 Shout out to the homies behind the wall yeah, the murder team
 The old murder team, the ones that can't be silent
 Sippin' 'methazine, it got me out my body
 Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
 Big bank take little bank, I'm really gettin' money
 You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
 B- you bankrupt
 All them hoes losing but they ain't us
 You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
 B- you bankrupt
 All them hoes losing but they ain't us
 F- all them n- we gon' f- up this cash
 I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
 Hopped in a foreign, b- you hopped in a cab
 Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
 F- all them n- we gon' f- up this cash
 I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
 Hopped in a foreign, b- you hopped in a cab
 Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy