Key: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
I know this peck of wood fool
runs a downtown bank
I met this punk the other day
What the fuck he say?
But me and you the only
team I know
Ain't fuck that drunk
Know what I mean?
That's right
I see a lickin' close range
Okay, I'll call you back, man
I think I'll look up that nigga
Sha
And see if
Uncle
Eddie wanna drive to the money store
Ain't nothin' funny, ho,
G
we gots to come up and have this shit planned before sun up
Hello?
Ayo,
go somewhere where you can hear me
This bitch gave me an idea about this
cracker who own the bank
we can make millions, even billions
but first I think you need to ask your bitch one more thing
Now, what's that, man?
Is she for sure she got the plug up?
Cause
No room for no fuck up
DMG with it
So call your girl back and hit me back
Nigga, no bullshit
Hey ho,
you sure it's understood with the wood?
tricks with the goods?
I know that motherfucker
Wall to wall and clean back way out
Just get your niggas and let's do this
Stick em up, call your niggas
And have your
Uncle
Em
It's 5 o 'clock later on,
we gettin' close
long, everybody know what they supposed to do,
so don't sleep and we gettin' seven digits
G
In five minutes or less, we need to have this muthafucka hit,
with ski masks on our sheets
Chicago, let it all go,
but don't nobody fuck with that
Bodo
Ain't that his car right over there?
down and it's almost sea
so when you see him blow him to pieces
Then shit I got security,
and he be ready for the getaway
back in the back alley hit away
Em
So make the block and it's on it's 555 everybody
G
Em
ready up then come on
Don't make me act a fool and clown in this bitch
Reggie's
I ain't got long for stops by
locking up the fuck
Remember me,
Now I'm back with my team, face my
hoe
down for no buttons
Matter of fact,
bring your ass over here bitch
Don't say nothin',
just give me the combination to the safe
Don't fuck around,
G
I got this infrared beamin' on his head, shut up
Give up the green and don't
move none
Cause when you do,
that's when my 44 goes boom
Hurry up, four minutes and we countin'
Philly
can see thousands
Em
Bitches, hurry up with the shit and stop twitchin',
you hoes movin' slow
Y try how long?
About 3 minutes
Damn, I got my eyes on the winner cop
so kiss your motherfuckin' ass
Betty
Bop
so play the
Superman role and die
playin' heroes
For sure
This is the stick up, bet nobody hiccup
and don't nobody else get blown out the roof
So till you done, we killin' clientele
One by one
Oh, shit, a motherfuckin'
Bitch, you stay calm and keep
your fuckin' mouth shut
your pockets and smile
Get up and get ready to walk,
we just might need you a while
Yeah, let him come on,
I got that mark faded
I'm lettin' him go and leave these walls painted
right now, soldier, get ready
Oh, yeah, I'm ready
Here he come, nigga
Pow, pow, pow
Under two minutes on the clock
So,
take these bags out
Let's take the man outside,
What you wanna do?
Oh, what the fuck?
Let's drag his ass outside
and kill him in the truck
Now walk your ass out slow
chrome to your dome
Bitch, don't own hope
in some shit you can't explain
So stay the fuck up outta nigga way,
Since you the last one
and have won us luck
Free, let's go, that nigga deep
no time to pause
Let's get the money out the truck
We came too far to fall
No ante up, let's make a run
And he said he waiting, y let's go.
Bust that ho.
We out the door.
Pedal to the, pedal to
G
Em
the floor.
G
Em
We need some snow and a hire for me, fuck.
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