Tekst piosenki ' Free Bank ' wykonawcy YTB Fatt

Yeah, what's poppin', nigga?
I know what's happenin', man
Big Mike, you know what I'm sayin'?
Mothafucka, man, you know what's poppin'?

Ah, she look out that boot, she wear that orange
She nigga like the motherfuckin' Meeks
Nigga, what you talkin' about?
Mama fuck, said she's like, came to my dream

We said, Kia, time to see, we gon' ride for real
We catch dudes, they proud for real
I saw my cubs, get my cubs for real
These niggas ride, they gon' say how they feel

They roll on plan right now, can't with Kia
Fuck this rap block, let's talk about the real
I was sayin', no time to speak
In a couple weeks, you'll be killed

I tie my shoes, say it is what it is
When I sign my deal, bro, it's time for tea
When I went number one, had the city turn
My fans knew I had smoke for real

I signed a contract and put that bread gang chain on
And shot back to the field
Hit the city, they put a hunnid in my truck
I said to myself, this smoke for real

I hit that road, got a new batch of killers
And a month later, time for some M's
My brother died when I did
Tell my story to my kids

My family already know
My cubs wanna kill me for real
Fuck that Sanchez, how would I say it?
Kill them all, but ask Joe how I play it

I want a nigga here ridin' that shit
They gon' come and get me if I say it
I was down bad on my dick
Every bitch I wanted, they left me on red

I broke that zone, I put a chain on every nigga
That gave me a bed
Na don't come around this shit
Na ain't hit a couple shows with a nigga

But I chained, nothing fuck a nigga
Find them tellin' me nigga
I make a nigga 18, 17-hour drive
Down there riskin' it all at these shows

Just to have a nigga who's been sittin' on they ass and cheat
Mama fuck, said cheese
I came to my dreams, had kids
Time to see who gon' ride for real

We catch dudes, they proud for real
I saw my cubs, kill my cubs for real
These niggas ride, they gon' tell how they feel
They roll, I'm playin' right now, can't with kills

Fuck this rap block, let's talk about the real
Nigga swing on me, gettin' shot
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
Keisha Wright took a piece of my heart

I'm in jail, caught his head, take it far
Fuck your man, I can't walk on my block
Fuck bulletproofs in my grandma yard
Every time my bullet's bouncin' off the truck

I'm a millionaire, but still I hop out the car
Woo, I got rank on my block
What else?
I done drove every car

I still take care of the pot
And I'm still gettin' niggas drunk
Ah, fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it?
Ah, fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it?

Ah, pussy
Fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it?
Fuck ass hot chicks, how would I say it?
I wanna kill a mob, that's just how I play it

Back on that gangsta shit
We done lost that shit back in the summer of September
All that gangsta right now
That shit out for the rest of the month
And for the rest of the year