The Bank Heist

Lyrics

[Verse 1: J Nyce] The straight rider, half drunk getaway driver Steppin' on the gas, cut my brake wire Rockin' a mask, same as Mike Myers Hotwire the dash with a pair of pliers Got my car, I'm drivin' and ready to die in it Call up Fade and Pockets, see what we ridin' in (Mwah!) I'm just tryin' to make some guap and keep buying things I'll blow off your top for some diamond rings Stopped at the spot, they both jumped in I guess that's when the story begins (Yeah!) We all got black Timbs, hoodies, and grins We all got MAC-10s, we gully and grim The master plan, we get the money and win The bank managеr, he got the code to thе safe Punch a skank at the register straight in the face Sounds pretty sinister but that's what it takes [Interlude: Shallow Pockets] Yeah, yo! Pull up right here, right here! Hey yo! Mask up! Lock and load! Hahaha! [Verse 2: Shallow Pockets] Someone gonna get it when I hit 'em in the face Knock you out your fitted, get the fuck out my way And then the front door kicked in, see the guns that I wave? Anybody a victim, where the fuck is the safe? Anybody a chicken, you don't want to get preyed First one to call the pigs, first one to get slayed Where the fuck is the chips? We're here to get paid We don't fake, got a feelin' this bitch looked at my face Pop! Pop! Pop! Then we blew out her brains Nonstop shootin' 'til a few remain The cops try to move in, then I'm doin' the same Don't stop, keep it movin' with the loot in the bag Pop! Pop! Two warnings so you know that I'm mad That's what I thought in the morning when I rolled out of bed Now we gotta keep it rollin', the block's crawlin' with feds Grab as much as I can hold and that's a lot of bread [Interlude] Yo, yo, get in the fuckin' car. Oh shit, close the motherfucking door. Get in the fucking car, go, go, get in the fuckin' car. Oh shit, close the motherfuckin' door. Goddamn. Oh shit, look at all this motherfuckin' money. Yo, that's the score, man A hundred motherfuckin' Gs, three ways, yo. But shit ain't over, five-oh behind us [Verse 3: Kid Fade] Hey yo! Drive, Nyce, drive! I ain't tryin' to do twenty-five Burn, crash and die before they takin' this kid alive Cops pursue me, hey yo, Pockets, pass the Uzi 'Cause it's the type of shit you only see in the movies I'm truly out for the escape, hundred grand in fresh papes Pushin' 120, stolen ride, no license plate Lots at stake, swervin' but we did it the best way Only twenty miles 'til we hit the expressway Yo let's play! I yelled at the cops tryna tailgate Tryna see the light, they want me locked in with jailmates Rolled down the window, loadin' ammo, it's time to gamble Then Nyce take the metal, open fire, my gun like Rambo Sounds of violence, hit the windshield then burst the sirens The car ahead did a flip then reversed some tires Laughin', Nyce cracked up, oh shit here comes back up He yelled out the window, "Motherfuckers wanna act tough?" The MAC stuffed under his waist, now raised to his hands One hand on the wheel, we planned this days in advance He gave me the glance, my queue, Fade, you know what to do It's when he slowed down the ride, passed the explosives on through Then once we pulled under the bridge this exactly what I did Quick, jumped out the whip, grabbed the bomb in my grip Then a bullet grazed my hip, another blasted my ribs That's when I fell, then the walls flipped, the bomb, I fastened it quick Y'all ain't takin' out The Fader, Pockets pass the detonator Quick, get inside the whip, you and Nyce dash with the paper Gave me a look of surprise, "Fader, you ain't gotta die" I'm a madman on a mission plus them fuckers hit me twice He gave me a pound, hopped in a whip, firin' a round And when he sped away the cops came in and surround Stopped, pulled out they megaphone and told me reach for the sky That's when I push the bomb's button, me and all of them died