Bankhead Lyrics - King - T.i.

Westside nigga, hey 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey 

See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the seat 

With a quarter or a blow get low than we see 

No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D 

Ridin' Fulton in D where we know it to be 

They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me 

If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me 

I'm gonna pull over in born home my cousin and B 

And they gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me 

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Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard 

Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars 

We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block 

Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just because 

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock 

Back in the spot with the same bomb serving drops 

I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot 

I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another dead on my block, hey 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey 

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty 

I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin' 

Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy 

I said I do it to make the pussy happy 

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue 

Ya airing for a little fender bender 

Baby just remember, make it quick 

These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit 

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like 

Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail pipe 

Tail pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the night 

I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike 

That's right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s 

It sound like a stadium, you would of 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 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey 

Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out 

Sittin' 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 

Hos know, killers on the west side earn stripes 

Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill 

Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills 

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 wit me 

Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V 

Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me 

Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me 

Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me 

Waffle House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go 

I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s 

And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey