Juice WRLD — Bankroll All Talk

[Intro] G. Ry got me Uh-huh (Hit-Boy) Uh, let's do it [Chorus] All talk, uh Bitch, you're all talk, uh (What) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (What) Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy All talk, uh (What) Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Come on) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on) Bitch, you're all talk, yeah [Verse 1] Temper gun, huh (Temper gun) .30 clip, load it up, make 'em run (Make 'em run) Evil kid, triple-nine, fuck a nun, bitch, just for fun, bitch That ho use my kids as some fuckin' fun dip (Fuckin' fun) I'm a magician, I make her panties drop, drop, drop Lil' bro got the Glock, he pull up on your block Shoot your in your face, he did that shit a lot Huh, live like GTA, no COD, oh my God Nigga, what? When I was broke, I used to rob for some Robin's What the fuck? Now I'm rich, give a fuck about a lick, uh-huh, uh-huh I still see walkin' licks, it's hard for me to not give in, uh I'm a dog, niggas fleas on my fuckin' skin, uh I'm a dog so if I like her, I'm gon' fuck her friends, uh Don't do Subliminals, keep it at minimal Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' criminal Got your bitch up in here eatin' me up like some cereal Shoot a movie with her, cinema, uh [Chorus] All talk, uh Bitch, you're all talk, uh (What) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (What) Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy All talk, uh (What) Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Come on) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on) Bitch, you're all talk, yeah [Verse 2] Weight up on my shoulders feel just like a boulder, get it goin' Shorty want my boulder, shorty on my scrotum, what she on? She better check my quota, got to pay for this dick though She tried to set me up, her nigga the opps, I say that shit smoke Then I make him croak (Make him croak) She hop on me like a frog, thought she was finna croak (Don't croak, don't croak) Gave her some of this love, take this dick no joke (No joke, no joke) Told her "Don't take it to the heart," told her to act it like she a boss And my dick her Cuban cigar, puff, choke, choke, choke I aim to get that cash like I'm Puff, woah, woah, woah The cops stay on my ass, I got to lay low (Lay low, lay low) Count the bankroll, R.I.P. Bankroll Keep it a dank roll, No Limit Gang I'll pull up and tank toe [Chorus] All talk, uh (Let's do it) Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh-huh, uh-huh) All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on) Bitch, you're all talk, yeah (Come on) All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on) Bitch, you're all talk, yeah (Come on)