The Bank Lyrics - Papoose

Ripping and running, I'm gripping the gun and you snitches get done and get hit your stomachs 

Distributed dozens of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as rich as a Drummond 

Shoving the pedal its touching the metal the blood of a rebel, adrenaline rushing 

Too stubborn to settle for hustling for pebbles. You stuck on that level I've risen above it 

Stop light and dry rotten, cock suckers, cock blocking 'cause my image is rugged 

My limit is greater, my dennir get catered, when tipping a waiter I give him a 100 

La'copping, high riding, with red in our eyes driving, all my niggas is blunted 

Glocks cocking, shots popping, non-stopping, cops watching while I'm ripping the summons 

2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, producing the math- give 'em the numbers? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm such a monster my grandfather live in a dungeon 

Damn this career & industry! I'm famous for smacking a man, kissing women 

Like Leonidas told his fathers, we are taking everything from 'em but giving 'em nothing 

Mask on my face ain't no Halloween! While y'all live on the throne, if I'm not the King... 

Bullets; iron and blow off a lot of steam 

Turn you into a vegetable collard greens 

Bet that, none of them realer than our team 

Cause we spitting that crack that supply the fiends 

Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle, head crack and we taking a lot of cream 

Screaming out... 

(00: 55): 

Blow 'em! Shake 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times) 

2 (01: 16): 

Snake eyes; I'ma take mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die bitch 

Throw a pound cake, I'm taking wild cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the cheddar 

Throw a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' burn you, give you rabbies 

Beat the deuce twice, live the goon life, If I ace out, pull the thang out! 

Straight innovator got greater and greater I'm raising the ways?? of the late Entertainer 

Debating with haters; if you ain't debating on making this paper then save it for later 

Strong rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm saving the data 

Sayers hating on my bread making, I'm impregnating got my lady in labor 

Raising the razor I'm blazing a traitor you 'traiting and you should be facing your maker 

Hard times on the dark side of apartheid but I came here to save us 

Dawg's died, mom's cried, but I'm gon' rise, didn't I say I'm the savior! 

You horrified! Born to ride, purified. Corner guys, invading the majors 

Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he straight off the Lakers 

Y'all guys should apologize for them false lines, imitating a gangster 

I'm a tell you like they said in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor that we sell your neighbor 

Rebels who putting the pedal to metal the level you devils will say and?? behavior?? 

Back to back throw a head crack turning 10 stacks into 10 racks 

6 trip's cello dead that, nigga said they nice but they dead whack 

Taking all bets y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped 

Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle head crack and we taking the bread back 

Screaming out... 

(02: 12): 

Blow 'em! Shake 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times) 

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