Dry Cleaners

(BankrollMaxx… to be exact) We got a gang full of dry cleaners 'cause every day we press niggas Say the wrong shit gon' make me flash out, I ain't snappin' pictures But I'm talkin' 'bout shootin shit, that 50 round exhaust the trigger Opps keep talkin' til we pull up, now it's white flags, go figure This bitch love Futurama, she stay askin' me to Bend-er Yea I keep a rod but jack and I'm gon' put you in that blender Make it hard to breathe I'm on they neck, call me a full Windsor Don't got no half-ass niggas, whole gang full of full senders Treat 'em like a Jack-o-lantern What that mean? We lit em up Hollow tips like candy, hurt his stomach once we fill 'em up Opps is greedy they keep takin' shots but just can't get enough If they ain't cremate what's his name, I f*ck around go dig him up Feel like NotNoah, Glock sprayin' like an airbrush Them niggas never touched a 10 therefore you can't compare us If you trustin' hoes you prolly grew up ridin' the short bus… Flashin' racks it's hard for yo bitch to ignore us We got a gang full of dry cleaners 'cause every day we press niggas Say the wrong shit gon' make me flash out, I ain't snappin' pictures But I'm talkin' 'bout shootin shit, that 50 round exhaust the trigger Opps keep talkin' til we pull up, now it's white flags, go figure This bitch love Futurama, she stay askin' me to Bend-er Yea I keep a rod but jack and I'm gon' put you in that blender Make it hard to breathe I'm on they neck, call me a full Windsor Don't got no half-ass niggas, whole gang full of full senders Think I was a slave owner, always got a different whip Wardrobe never stay the same, I always got some different drip When they came out with them switches had to upgrade to a bigger stick If my gal play then I'm gon' go get me a different bitch If you ain't got no hustle you ain't got no future Gotta take a risk to win, if you steady comfortable you steady losin' Niggas rich on Instagram, Broke in real life that's confusing Nobody in my family rich, I'm tryna be the first to do it We got a gang full of dry cleaners 'cause every day we press niggas Say the wrong shit gon' make me flash out, I ain't snappin' pictures But I'm talkin' 'bout shootin shit, that 50 round exhaust the trigger Opps keep talkin' til we pull up, now it's white flags, go figure This bitch love Futurama, she stay askin' me to Bend-er Yea I keep a rod but jack and I'm gon' put you in that blender Make it hard to breathe I'm on they neck, call me a full Windsor Don't got no half-ass niggas, whole gang full of full senders Pulled up like The Joker first you heard a "HA" then heard a "BANG" I'm hard to link with plus I'm hard to please so just be glad I came You could be successful if you winnin' but still trap the same Once you get complacent all that hustling shit go down the drain (Bankroll)