Bank Account Remix

Intro:

I'm ready to die for this shit
Said I'm ready to die for this
Ya
Wait

Verse 1:

I'm willing to die for this shit
And ready to kill all my enemies bitch
Ready to kill all my enemies, got so much plenty, of 40's and knifes in this bitch
I just stay dreaming of stacking, relaxing, and laughing my way, all the way to the bank
If you a hater, please do me a favor and suck on my dick, give a fuck what you thank
If you be shooting at me with the hate, it's the same as you shooting a gun at a tank
I just be smoking on cookie, no rookie, I'm hitting out bongs, and we smoking on dank
Swear to god I'm A believer, Achiever, In 20-1-8, Ima need a new freezer
Cutting up beef with a cleaver, I'm meaner, I keep it 100 like I got a fever

God damn!

Call me the general, animal
See me eat rappers, no cannibal
I told you cause bitch I'm an animal
Don't spark it up near me, I'm flammable

I'm working on getting some revenue
I'm smoking It's leaving some residue
You can't see the vision like point of view
We smoking on loud, that's a joint or two

Me, Emotion coming next
Coming through, thumbing checks
Better pay me my respects
(Ya)
I just Nize it with the flex
(Aye)

I just get it well done
(ya)
Like the beef served right
(aye)
Pop a Xanny, take flight
(ya)
Smoking Backys all night

Outro:
What the fuck you wanna rap about?
And why you even started rapping dawg?
Ain't a Real One, why you acting dawg
Take that shit down the street bitch

I'm just steady on that heat shit
Ya, spitting fire, on some G shit
Reload the gat, full clip
And aim it at you, let the tech spit!