Bank

[Verse: Smokingskul]
(Shyeah)
(What you said? Yeah)
(Yeah)
Dior runners, bitch, you know how I step
Heat on me even if we accept
He ain't know it was us when we crept
Designer down, nigga, what you expect? Shyeah
I got a thing for designer
You spend a bag, nigga, then regret
I love everything that's finer
He said smoke with me, that's a bet
Real Rick with me, not no rep
Run down, we don't prep
Green tips, now he Shrek
Bitch, I'm Swedish, U ain't Czеch
I was 16, why the fuck I got a .50 round?
We bring pain to your crib, we madе that lil' nigga "Meet the Browns"
Fuck school, I ain't get me a cap and gown
I got Ms in this bank account
Shoot a nigga, give him somethin' to think about
Hit a stain then we rinse it out
Sippin' on purple rain, I'ma Prince it out
AR-15, fully keep shit out
Got that good meth, junkies missin' out
Gucci my collar', now it's hissin' now

[Verse 2: wildkarduno]
Been a minute since niggas been outside
Glock on me, boy, you say you gon' slide, nigga?
Spin on they block, you know them nigga hide, nigga
Call Smoke with the Glock, you know we gon' slide nigga
Stick on me pussy boy, you don't wanna try, nigga
Fuck all of them niggas, man, I hope they die, nigga
Smoke yo brother, nigga, man, you know got me high, nigga (Yo brother nigga, on 5, nigga)
Fuck nigga
You know you don't want no smoke with me
Blade on me 'case these niggas try pokin' me
.50 round on me, boy, you don't wan' joke with me
AR on the street, man, you know that bitch chokin' me
And you see me in person, you ain't even approachin' me
Niggas know they don't wanna take it that far
Grab the AK and shoot it at his car, bitch (Yeah, nigga, on God)
(Yeah, fuck nigga)
(The fuck goin' on, nigga?)