"Bank Specialist" lyrics
I can't show my gun like Ja Morant, 'cause on the back I got a switch (Pff-pff)
Jump out and spin the same night, he said some shit that made me itch
Load up and head right to the bank, that's the shit that got me rich
Wake up and put yo' chain on, you can't, I know that got you sick
I'm up dog shit, I got more pape' than all of y'all combined
You wore that dingy ass group designer shirt and didn't mind
Fake-ass Amiri jeans, you missing half of the design
That's not a real Louie shirt, you got the China kind (Ha)
When's the last time you did that?
Yo' homie died about two years ago, go get some get back
Lids need to sponsor me, I pay for hats and then I sit back
You know I took something from you, come catch me out and get that lick back (Come on)
Pff-pff-pff-pff-pff, that's a dead mission
He could've played it smart, but he didn't, now his head missing
We smack shit out in Lex like Jasper Johnson, we is not missing
You see me out and try to shake my hand like you is not dissing
I'm flawless, hit the bank, and leave no clues, I'm a specialist
I'll probably never quit, 'cause they can't book me with no evidence
I'm tired of seeing you wear them cheap clothes, go get a better fit
It's time to hang it up, at this point, you gon' be never rich
Button on me, you can probably see it poking in the club
You can't step in here with me, 'cause at the door they charge a dub
You ain't never use yo' gun, all you ever do is mug
You ain't really like that, niggas like you need drugs
Back of my gun got a switch (Pff-pff)
Jump out and spin the same night, he said some shit that made me itch
Load up and head right to the bank, that's the shit that got me rich
Wake up and put yo' chain on, you can't, I know that got you sick
I'm up dog shit, I got more pape' than all of y'all combined
You wore that dingy ass group designer shirt and didn't mind
Fake-ass Amiri jeans, you missing half of the design
That's not a real Louie shirt, you got the China kind (Ha)
Jump out and spin the same night, he said some shit that made me itch
Load up and head right to the bank, that's the shit that got me rich
Wake up and put yo' chain on, you can't, I know that got you sick
I'm up dog shit, I got more pape' than all of y'all combined
You wore that dingy ass group designer shirt and didn't mind
Fake-ass Amiri jeans, you missing half of the design
That's not a real Louie shirt, you got the China kind (Ha)
When's the last time you did that?
Yo' homie died about two years ago, go get some get back
Lids need to sponsor me, I pay for hats and then I sit back
You know I took something from you, come catch me out and get that lick back (Come on)
Pff-pff-pff-pff-pff, that's a dead mission
He could've played it smart, but he didn't, now his head missing
We smack shit out in Lex like Jasper Johnson, we is not missing
You see me out and try to shake my hand like you is not dissing
I'm flawless, hit the bank, and leave no clues, I'm a specialist
I'll probably never quit, 'cause they can't book me with no evidence
I'm tired of seeing you wear them cheap clothes, go get a better fit
It's time to hang it up, at this point, you gon' be never rich
Button on me, you can probably see it poking in the club
You can't step in here with me, 'cause at the door they charge a dub
You ain't never use yo' gun, all you ever do is mug
You ain't really like that, niggas like you need drugs
Back of my gun got a switch (Pff-pff)
Jump out and spin the same night, he said some shit that made me itch
Load up and head right to the bank, that's the shit that got me rich
Wake up and put yo' chain on, you can't, I know that got you sick
I'm up dog shit, I got more pape' than all of y'all combined
You wore that dingy ass group designer shirt and didn't mind
Fake-ass Amiri jeans, you missing half of the design
That's not a real Louie shirt, you got the China kind (Ha)
