[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Phew, phew, Bankroll)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
We can walk down, no shootin' at no cars (We gon' walk 'em down)
Diss me in a song (Garbage), lil' n***a, you won't make it far (What? I just need my space right now)
Matter fact, your pussy ass won't make it to tomorrow (Nah, come here, bitch)
I got real deal shooters (Yeah, let's go), hey gon' hunt you like a hawk (Let's go)
Now they shoot you like a deer (Baow), I'm richer than my peers (I'm rich)
And this shit didn't come yesterday (Nah, nah), this shit took me some years (Took some years)
We all bleed the same (Brrt, brrt), it ain't no n***a that I fear (We bleed the same)
And we done dropped a couple n***as, but I still ain't got no tears on my face (Baow, baow, shh)
Bitch, I'm paid (Yeah), fuck it, bought the case (I'm rich)
And if I catch another one, I might just do the race (Yeah)
Ayy, ballin' is a habit, better ball like Joel and Pacers (Woo, woo)
You gon' fuck 'round and go broke, you dummy bitch, this ain't no race, yeah (Stupid)
Trappin' out the booth (Trap, trap), I even saw sold pounds with Space (Trap)
Sold so many pounds, this all my shit, I might go cop the Wraith (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, uh, walk a n***a down (Go and walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses, tryna chalk a n***a out (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n***as 'bout (Not talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Huh), we gon' pull up at his house (Drop the lo', bitch, fuck n***a, yeah)
I'ma walk a n***a down (Skrrt)
Uh, walk a n***a down (Walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses (Come here), tryna chalk a n***a out (Baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n***as 'bout (Ain't with the talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Yeah), we gon' pull up at his house (Baow)
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, bags and ice, two hundred in that Tesla, almost ran the light
Diamonds in my necklace, this bitch pressure, look like flashin' lights
Can't stand the mice, we can shoot that pipe if he ain't tryna fight
Trapper n***a, fuck a rapper ho just for the braggin' rights
We got bankrolls, free my n***a Freddy until his case closed
I just bought new presi' off of fetty, I keep a eight pole
My lil' shooter's heathen, bitch, a demon, the way he takes souls
Shoot shit for no reason, it look easy when we make pros
Fuck the label, n***a, CEO, get twenty-three a show
Walk him down, he was tryna run, we gettin' feet and throats
I cop ice and funds, he twenty-one and just got Kia wrote
Hit the shit so hard, I turn the eye the way I beat the dope

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Yeah, uh, walk a n***a down (Go and walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses, tryna chalk a n***a out (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n***as 'bout (Not talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Huh), we gon' pull up at his house (Drop the lo', bitch, fuck n***a, yeah)
I'ma walk a n***a down (Skrrt)
Uh, walk a n***a down (Walk him down)
We gon' shoot up houses (Come here), tryna chalk a n***a out (Baow, baow, baow)
Ain't with all that talkin' (Nah, nah), tryna see what n***as 'bout (Ain't with the talkin')
Get goin' and drop that addy (Yeah), we gon' pull up at his house (Baow)
I'm walk a n***a down