CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Pull Up To The Bank
Pull up, pull up to the bank
I gotta get somethin' real quick
(Kap, your name's on the beat)
Pull up to the bank
Smellin' just like dank, huh
You know that I stank, yeah
Real big dog, I got rank
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up to the motherf**kin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank
Really havin' this sh*t, what the f**k do you think?
Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank
Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank
Smokin' this dank
sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint
My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, b*t*h
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
Beat down thе trap 'til it's all gone
They wanna hate on thе gang, but that's when it go wrong
b*t*h, go harder than hard or go home
Handle that business, don't talk on no phones
Just like a quarterback, my money long
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm the quarterback, make 'em go long
Drip to my head to my toe, b*t*h, I'm fly like a drone
In my own lane, swear I'm so stuck in my zone
Stuck in the 6, b*t*h, yeah, that's the zone
I got them racks, b*t*h, we on
Everywhere I go, I smell like that strong
Pull up to the motherf**kin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank
Really havin' this sh*t, what the f**k do you think?
Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank
Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank
Smokin' this dank
sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint
My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank
I'm doin' sh*t that they can't
We goin' up, but they ain't
I let 'em think what they think, let 'em play
I break they neck like I break the bank
Swervin' this b*t*h, I'm geeked on drank
Took a Perc' in this b*t*h, I'm geeked, might faint
But don't think sh*t sweet, 'cause I keep that thing
Wet that boy up, let him dry, no hanger
Yeah, chopper hit him in the arm, it dangle
We pull up in Hellcats, RT Durango
Got them racks and I'm still with the same folks
n***as switched up, but I knew they would change, though
He probably mad 'bout that old ho
Clown-ass n***a remind me of Bozo
Pull up to the bank with that chopper on me dolo
Pull up to the motherf**kin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank
Really havin' this sh*t, what the f**k do you think?
Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank
Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank
Smokin' this dank
sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint
My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank
I gotta get somethin' real quick
(Kap, your name's on the beat)
Pull up to the bank
Smellin' just like dank, huh
You know that I stank, yeah
Real big dog, I got rank
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up to the motherf**kin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank
Really havin' this sh*t, what the f**k do you think?
Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank
Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank
Smokin' this dank
sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint
My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, b*t*h
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
Beat down thе trap 'til it's all gone
They wanna hate on thе gang, but that's when it go wrong
b*t*h, go harder than hard or go home
Handle that business, don't talk on no phones
Just like a quarterback, my money long
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm the quarterback, make 'em go long
Drip to my head to my toe, b*t*h, I'm fly like a drone
In my own lane, swear I'm so stuck in my zone
Stuck in the 6, b*t*h, yeah, that's the zone
I got them racks, b*t*h, we on
Everywhere I go, I smell like that strong
Pull up to the motherf**kin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank
Really havin' this sh*t, what the f**k do you think?
Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank
Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank
Smokin' this dank
sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint
My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank
I'm doin' sh*t that they can't
We goin' up, but they ain't
I let 'em think what they think, let 'em play
I break they neck like I break the bank
Swervin' this b*t*h, I'm geeked on drank
Took a Perc' in this b*t*h, I'm geeked, might faint
But don't think sh*t sweet, 'cause I keep that thing
Wet that boy up, let him dry, no hanger
Yeah, chopper hit him in the arm, it dangle
We pull up in Hellcats, RT Durango
Got them racks and I'm still with the same folks
n***as switched up, but I knew they would change, though
He probably mad 'bout that old ho
Clown-ass n***a remind me of Bozo
Pull up to the bank with that chopper on me dolo
Pull up to the motherf**kin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank
Really havin' this sh*t, what the f**k do you think?
Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank
Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank
Smokin' this dank
sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint
My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank
