Hyenas Lyrics - Singles - Bankroll Mafia

Turn up with Lil Yachty 

Thugger, Thugger, babe 

Trouble Man, aka T.I.P., yeah 

Bankroll Mafia, YSL, Lil Duke, slat 

R.I.P. to Troupe 

You better run, we gon' come for you 

My I.V. is red like thermometers 

I fuck on that bitch like a porn star 

Hit me up when I'm on tour 

I'mma unlock the card if you want it 

We gon' fuck on that girlif she ballin' 

These lil' niggas not eatin', they boney 

Her best friend got her goin' and goin' 

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car 

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job 

And cum in her jaw like shotta 

Se pasa en mi casa 

Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over 

Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie 

I got stripes like a zebra, homie 

I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie 

I don't know where you get your facts at, nigga 

But you come in half-assed, I'mma max that nigga 

Catch is ass in my hood, I'mma tax that nigga 

If he run, give you ten if you catch that nigga 

You know you don't really want my crew to attack, nigga 

I'll fire ya ass up, you can ask that nigga 

Nah, I bet you'd rather @ that nigga 

Beefin' all on Instagram and Snapchat with him 

Just yesterday I was a young crack dealer 

When the trap was slow I put it on the fast track, nigga 

Aiming for eight figures shot, pass that nigga 

Set the world on fire, where your match at, nigga? 

AKOO and Hustle Gang did thirty somethin' million 

Another seven off of television, put that with it 

Now can you match that, nigga? 

And we ain't even talkin' 'bout my rap track, nigga 

I'm paid, fresh out the bank 

I make that lil' money look less than you think 

Yeah you think you got more, ain't as much as you think 

When you see than I am everything that you ain't 

Like a stand-up guy and a real nigga 

Sucka ass nigga, don't deal with him 

I had a bunch of solid niggas standin' with me in the trap 

Eighteen years later and I'm still with 'em 

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car 

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job 

And cum in her jaw like shotta 

Se pasa en mi casa 

Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over 

Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie 

I got stripes like a zebra, homie 

I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie 

I love all my niggas, I ride for my homies 

They keep it one hunnid, can't lie to my homies 

Eatin' on turkey now, no b-bologna 

Still gainin' weight and we 'bout to go tourin' 

We really rich niggas, we hop in the foreign 

Nigga you play and get shot by the mornin' 

Spray a whole hundred shots with no warnin' 

Bales and them scales, before rap I was rich 

Still hit them blocks, all up in the dead end 

This a cold world, I've lost so many friends 

So many fakes, I don't want no more friends 

Stack all this money and count all the yams 

Used to move weight and ain't talkin' 'bout no gem 

Rubber band racks by the ten now 

Used to be broke, went from bucket to Benz 

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car 

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job 

And cum in her jaw like shotta 

Se pasa en mi casa 

Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over 

Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie 

I got stripes like a zebra, homie 

I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie 

Spent the whole eight on my chain 

Don't you diss, speak on my name 

I'm the same nigga, ain't shit changed 

Never got far with the pussy nigga thing 

No we are not the same, stay in your lane 

These niggas leasin' their rings, it ain't what you think 

This niggas actin' like they're so hard 

Make a pussy nigga park my car 

All these pussy niggas try to sound like me 

Shit, they won't get too far 

Lil' Boat 

Ooh, mil', hundo 

Yellow, purp, that drank though 

Pull up on the set with a bitch so bad 

Every nigga want her back though 

My name known in the hood 

Like a mothafuckin' stop on a back door 

I don't even need no Bankroll 

Just get wet for the zeros 

Aww yeah, yeah, yeah 

Bankroll my Mafia 

I put on that gold like Gaddafi, yeah 

I ride 'round, I'm juugin' at 9 a.m. (God) 

(Bankroll my Mafia) 

(Bankroll my Mafia) 

I'm in a foreign car, she in another car 

I pull up to the job, I walk in her job 

And cum in her jaw like shotta 

Se pasa en mi casa 

Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over 

Your bitch want it, she fienin', homie 

I got stripes like a zebra, homie 

I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie