Bankhead T.I. (Ft. PSC & Young Dro)

[Intro]
Westside nigga
Hey

[Chorus: T.I.]
(BANKHEAD) 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