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BREAK THE BANK (feat. Camo!, Draft Day, Dc2trill)
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She on the ceiling, that magic
Pocket full of salad, pocket full of health
Lookin' like a sweet lick, fuck around, rob myself
Other nigga besides me, definitely get the belt (Uh-huh)
Count up blues, I'm wakin' up early
Pourin' up Wraw, that dish detergent
He in the gang, we miss his jersey
Concrete gang, you know we lurkin'
Razor sharp, he might need surgery
Bust down her wrist, she bust it off (Brr)
Been to the money, I'm Choppa City Gunna
Came in with my dogs, all bosses ain't budgin'
Tryna chime in on the rich discussion (Yeah)
Been countin' rocks, I always scoop a cuffin'
Fall in the city, shit like a bucket
Fall in your city, the hoes start fuckin'
Icebox level, we tellin' the budget
Ringin' because it ain't no budget
I had to take a few L's and I hugged it
Whole gang plug, twenty K plus luggage
Big ass stone, a golden nugget
Her waist skinny, the ass plumpy
First round fly, just get it jazzy
Mudman miles, we all, we fuck with it
Head was so good, I done bought her a puppy
Taxicab, my week be musty
Dusted bitch, but she had potential
I tuned her up, now she can't be fucked with
Might get a codeine mullet
Nigga, fuck it
I got a Glock by Waze box, nigga, I ain't do no touchin'
Poured a twelve of Quaal and root beer, this shit got me muggin'
She asked for cash, I said no, but I said it ugly (Bitch)
Ho, you ain't busty, you musty (Ha)
Kickin' my bitch with no crutches (Sheesh)
Straight out the park, Aaron Judgey (Sheesh)
Cadillac V by the fleet, pushin' rap presidential
This your bitch, stuck on my mental (Sheesh)
I might go up on my interest
What's in my cup might offend you
I don't care if it was heroin in my cup
It's in my cup, fuck you
Oh
Ride with the best, baby
Ride with the boys, dummy
Lean with the guys, ma
I'm the big dog, ma
Five hundred bands, my pop
I ain't never been touched
Startin' to think I'm coleslaw
I'm finna plank on her butt
Baby girl, take all your clothes off
My bad, off of the lean, I dozed off
Leanin' like I took a left foot and chopped all of the toes off
I can't rock no fishbowl
I wouldn't even take all the doors off
I put a bitch on a fish pole
Get the opps pinned, we the bowling ball
Show them niggas the sauce
They done went in the cabinet and stole it all
I'm mobile with no roof, gold tooth in the booth
Fucked a bitch, loose screw, G6, footloose
New York rap crew grossed a hundred dollars
Get the fuck up out the booth
I got cash, stuffed it in the mattress like Ebo Sosa do
I don't give a fuck if y'all rap, bitch goofy ass
Know I want a lil' more dues
We gon' ball with these diamonds too
I promise we them dudes
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank, uh
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank, uh
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank, uh
Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank, baby
First round, one C on my
Got some cash on the floor and some bitches in line (Sheesh)
Shit, I can't call it, I know these petty
Ass niggas be pinchin' on time (Yeah)
I ain't nothin' like these half-ass
Niggas, I don't even pour half a line
DC, I'm sorry 'cause you ain't call me, bitch, get in line
Show me the top, hundred on my skin '
Cause you know it's first round time (Yeah)
Hang his ass up on the rack, that boy dried up like pork rinds
I won't be the one to dismiss you, come get your issue, New York Times
Had a trio out in Rio, but these hoes ain't mine (Concrete)
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