Bankhead (feat. P$C & Young Dro) (Feat. P$C & Young Dro)

Westside nigga Hey Hook x2: T.I. I got my .44 and my dro And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho Now where am I 'posed to go Verse 1: T.I. See me riding in a Chevy, .44 on the seat With a quarter O of blow, gettin' loaded wit C No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D Riding Fulton Indy, where we normally be They pull us over, you think I'm stopping, you must be fucking with me If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop fucking with me I'mma pull over in bowen home my cousin and B And they gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me Verse 2: Big Kuntry King Hey, we the neighborhood superstars Couple Chevys, pulling hard Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rockstars We putting fear in cowards' hearts when they see us on the block Swerving in the deuce and quarter, busting shots just because The hell I care about getting caught, I'm making bail by twelve o'clock Back in the spot with the same bomb-serving drops I pull a ho in Bangkok, dropped her off at Tip's spot I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another day on my block Hook x2: T.I. Verse 3: Mac Boney I'm Cadillac daddy, pulled up on some hoes from old Natty I said I'm Pimp Squad, ho, what's happening Westside get them panties, snap She asked me, can I do the Laffy Taffy I said I do to make the pussy happy Let's get a room over on Virginia Step inside a suite and then continue You're in for a little fender bender Baby, just remember, make it quick These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit Verse 4: C-Rod I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well at least that's what it smells like Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tailpipe Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike That's right, monster ride sitting on the twenty-eights It sound like a stadium, you would've thought the Braves played The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my hood Hook x2: T.I. Verse 5: AK Ain't no telling where I'm going, 'less I'm stepping out Sippin on the high life, windows up, in the clouds Open up the console, that's where I got my gun Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all night Hoes know, killers on the Westside earn stripes Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill Swerving off Church Street, the pimp God gave me skills Verse 6: Young Dro I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me Just cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef with me Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V Ten screens falling, my Chevy watching Lean On Me Riding down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone three on me Waffle House Charger, yellow-black, I got a bee on me Hook x2: T.I.