BANK Lyrics

(Slatt, Slatt, Slatt, Slatt)

(Slatt, Slatt, Slatt, Slatt)

(Slatt, Slatt, Slatt, Slatt)

(Slatt, Slatt, Slatt, Slatt)

(Slatt, Slatt, Slatt, Slatt)

(Slatt, Slatt, Slatt, Slatt)

(Slatt, Slatt, Slatt, Slatt)

I'ma go right in the bank

I'ma go right in the bank

I'ma go right in the bank

I'ma go right in the bank

I would go fuck on yo bitch in the back of the back but I heard that it stank

She wanna fuck up on twitch and she playing my songs and she saying it crank

Shopping at Neimans I spent twenty racks and I might just go cop me a chain

I cannot fuck wit these niggas they moving like rats so I might just go cop me a shank

I'm in the back of the GLE niggas is hating like why are they saying my name

He printing fake racks for the bitches when I seen that shit I could not look the same

Beat a nigga out a fifty ball my nigga do it for a piece of cake

I'm in the trap wit the addicts the real killers that will end a nigga over drank

I got some shooters in NY you sneak dissing I'ma tell nigga eat up a frank

Yeah I got the shooters on go

Keep saying my name and they right at yo door

That counterfeit money yeah it gotta go

Yo hoe call me honey seven days inna row

He selling fake percs his life is at low

Since he cannot make a hit he stealing my flow

Yo bitch sucking dick in back of my show

And I'm out smoking yo mans inna pack this that dro

I'ma go right in the bank

I'ma go right in the bank

I'ma go right in the bank

I'ma go right in the bank

I would go fuck on yo bitch in the back of the back but I heard that it stank

She wanna fuck up on twitch and she playing my songs and she saying it crank

Shopping at Neimans I spent twenty racks and I might just go cop me a chain

I cannot fuck wit these niggas they moving like rats so I might just go cop me a shank

I'm in the back of the GLE niggas is hating like why are they saying my name

He printing fake racks for the bitches when I seen that shit I could not look the same

Beat a nigga out a fifty ball my nigga do it for a piece of cake

I'm in the trap wit the addicts the real killers that will end a nigga over drank

I got some shooters in NY you sneak dissing I'ma tell nigga eat up a frank

Yeah I got the shooters on go

Keep saying my name and they right at yo door

That counterfeit money yeah it gotta go

Yo hoe call me honey seven days inna row

He selling fake percs his life is at low

Since he cannot make a hit he stealing my flow

Yo bitch sucking dick in back of my show

And I'm out smoking yo mans inna pack this that dro