Signed To The Bank

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AllStar JR - Rap, USA

Signed To The Bank

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[Intro] (Flexin' on that bitch, hold up) (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) (Let's get a bag) [Verse: AllStar JR & Icewear Vezzo] New AP every time I reach a new accomplishment, ayy I buy Chanel for hoes that I ain't even bondin' with, ayy You want this chicken straight, it's extra, I do condiments, ayy I done moved, so fuck shit, I can't even find where I stay Forty odds on Cullians, I barely dried a bitch, ayy So much motherfuckin' pape', look like I'm signed to the bank Plain Rollie cost a forty, Rover ridin' with Drac' Yeah, the spots sit on the corner, twenty-five for thе eight You know I'm down for whatever, pounds, I got sеveral Blues for the rednecks and brown for whoever Ounces of the meth, break it down, then get extra It's a war on drugs for them turnarounds, I need a medal Yeah, turn the triggers up, I'm out of town with the steppers Bust the presi' down, boogers dialed in the bezzal Got a plug in Gardena, hundred pounds of the pressure Got some diggers down in Cleveland, out of town with the shovel I don't get it, various niggas be embarrassin' to me Know some niggas really snipers, they like terrorists on the East I be feelin' like I'm married to the streets, up the road When I dug in my pocket like the mayor of the D These niggas pussy like these hoes, three hundred on new Ghosts Half a cookie on the stove, I'm in Tucci's with the pole Quarter ticket on me, slap a bitch with a lil' roll Yellow Patek come from Gary, flood the Richard up with stones Tote a 580 on fours, we on I-80 with 'bows You'll get a new Mercedes, you do five days with this phone Yeah, walk around with heavy shit like 980 and pros Send the small shit out of town, I like to buy weight when I'm home Uh, Dweller big as hell, wrist feelin' weird, nigga I like to ride alone for real, so I can hear Siri Your bitch ain't gettin' cracked 'cause I don't do no meds, nigga Get too aggressive and your brains on her skims, nigga Pour a pint up when I drive, I can't steer, nigga Gold Rollie on my wrist, look like beer, nigga Really up some shit for real, twenty M's, really Barely drive the Cybertruck, it got a weird engine [Outro: AllStar JR & Icewear Vezzo] Dweller big as hell, wrist feelin' weird, nigga Gold Rollie on my wrist, look like beer, nigga

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Credits

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  • AllStar JR
  • Icewear Vezzo