BREAK THE BANK

Lyrics

[Verse 1: DC2Trill] She on the ceiling at Magic Pocket full of salad, pocket full of health Lookin' like a sweet lick, fuck around, rob myself Other niggas besides me definitely get the belt, uh-huh Countin' up blues, I'm wakin' up early Pourin' up raw, that dish detergent He in the game, we missed his jersey Concrete gang, you know we lurkin' [Verse 2: Draft Day] Razor sharp, he might need surgery (Brrt) Bust down her wrist, she buss it open Back to the money, I'm [Chapo?], city gunnin' Came in with my dogs, all bosses ain't bugdin' Tried to chimе in on a rich discussion (Yeah) Been countin' racks out west, Cooper Kuppin' [Verse 3: Camo!] Fall in thе seat, it sit like a bucket (Frrt) Fall in your city, the hoes start fuckin' Icebox love when we tell 'em the budget Really because it ain't no budget I had to take a few L's and I hugged it Whole gang pull up 20K plus luggage [Verse 4: DC2Trill & Draft Day ] Big-ass stone, a golden nugget Her waist skinny, the ass plumpy First Round, Flage, let's get it jumpin' ( Us ) Mudman, Miles, we all we fuck with ( Brrt ) Head was so good, I done bought her a puppy Taxi cab, my weed be musty Dusty 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 waist-box, nigga, I don't do no tusslin' Pour up a twelve of Quay in root beer, this shit got me muggin' She asked for cash, I said no, but I said it ugly (Bitch) [Verse 5: Draft Day] Ho', you ain't busty, you musty (Ha) Kickin' my bitch with no crutches (Kick) Straight out of park, Aaron Judge (Yeah) Cadillac V, but if we push around? Presidential (Brrt) This shit been stuck in my mental (Yeah) I might go up in my interest, what's in my cup might offend you [Part II] [Interlude] Can't tell if it was heroin in my cup It's in my cup, *** you [Verse 1: Camo! & DC2Trill ] Uh , Psst Ride with the best, baby Ride with the boys, dummy (Phew) Lean with the guys, ma I'm the big dog, ma Five-hundred bands in my paw I ain't never been touched, starting to think I'm coleslaw I'm finna plug in her butt, baby girl, take all your clothes off My bad, off of a lean, I dozed off Leanin' like I took left foot and chopped all of the toes off I can't rock no fish bowl, I won't even take all the doors off I put a bitch on a fish pole, get the opp's pin, we the bowling ball Show the niggas the sauce, they done went in the cabinet and stole it all [Verse 2: DC2Trill] I'm mobile with no roof, gold tooth, in the booth Fucked the bitch, loose screw, G6, footloose Nigga, your rap career grossed a hundred dollars, get the fuck up out the booth I got cash, stuffed it in the mattress, like Ebo Sosa do We'on give a fuck if yall rob his goofy ass, not one of Lil Moe dues We gon' ball with these diamonds too, I promise we them dudes (Mm-hmm) Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank (Uh-huh) 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-huh) Stack it up, no time to play, it's time to break the bank, baby [Verse 3: Draft Day, DC2Trill & Camo! ] First Round, what's on your mind? Got some cash on the floor and some bitches in line (Yeah) [Shoulda' can't call her?], I know these petty ass niggas be pinching on time Yeah, I ain't nothing like these half ass niggas, I'on even pour half a line "DC, I'm salty 'cause you ain't call me" Bitch, get in line She wanna tat my name in her skin, 'cause she 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 you an issue, New York Times Had a trio out in Rio, but these hoes ain't mine [Outro] Concrete