Mr. 2-17 - Walked In lyrics

[Intro : Bankroll Fresh] (Street) (Yeah I'm back!) (Yeah, Yeah) [Hook : Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my frames, they're k**in' All these hoes I'm k**in' n***a came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr) Come up in the street I'm peeling [Verse 1 : Street Money Boochie] And I might just lose the ceiling And I'm trying to grind up on a million And I might k** it if feel it Hell yeah! Ya damn right I k** it if she give it MAC got extension Take it and we flip it Take it and remix it Bring it back Sixteen Curry on them hoes Bank too big Need pockets like Girbaud Hold up, wait! Know exactly how it goes It's Boochie! [Verse 2 : Strap] No, bet you can't do it like this Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists Me and Joblow gon' scheme on your b**h Allen Temple, n***a, get money out the six Street Money Nino Got a hundred in the six I ain't no gas I'ma juug this mid Pint coming in, I'm a lean like this I ain't hit hard, like shawty you lit f** all you rappers My trap look like casper Came in like this Turning up on you ba*tards After I smash Lil n***a can have her f** from the front Then I'm turning her backwards Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash I'm in a dipper I'm moving them bags Play with that money We put on a mask New no limit, we bustin' your a** [Hook : Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my frames, they're k**in' All these hoes I'm k**in' n***a came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr) Come up in the street I'm peeling [Verse 3 : Bankroll Fresh] I walked in Throwing to the ceiling Looking like a muthaf**ing milli Looking like a muthaf**ing Gotti Stop flexing b**h, you ain't really poppin' These bottle wars, all these bottles what we poppin' Ace of Spades poppin' Rosé poppin' b**h we poppin' You ain't really jockin' Y'all n***as flexing Y'all ain't got it I got 2 b**hes They're getting' wild These b**hes want to do doggie style I got one Black and I got one Chinese She be talking to me she say, “kung pow!” I f**ed it up, I just made a pound Smokin' this sh** up, I made a cloud Just f**ed it up at the after hour 4:42, yeah, it can't wait to growl b**h yo a** ugly And yo a** musty So free b**h, here go a bar of dial Stinking a** breath, smell like black & mild I'm fresh as hell, b**h wipe me down [Hook : Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my frames, they're k**in' All these hoes I'm k**in' n***a came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr) Come up in the street I'm peeling [Verse 4 : Ali] All of these hoes be staring All of my sh** exclusive She wants me, because I'm cooler Looking like a god damn j**eler Might fly to Bermuda Thank God, a n***a rich, hallelujah I flew her out, and I barely even knew her I f**ed her, now that b**h Luda [Verse 5 : Quez] Walked in this bih looking like Frank Lucas Me and my god damn shooters Carbon got a god damn cooler Clip like a god damn ruler These b**hes faded, be acting funny All that she wants is a bag of money Get her on molly she be actin' s*utty Hit from the back, and she ate her buddy [Hook : Bankroll Fresh] Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building That mean I got something expensive Know my friends, they're k**in' All these hoes I'm k**in' n***a came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo) Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr) Come up in the street I'm peeling