Lyrics Mr Bank - OBM Bank

Yeah I know they thought I was gone
Bank where you been busting down zones
I put more chops in my home
Bought me another whip on my own

I do what I want bitch I'm grown
Check your dm can't talk on a phone
Ain't talking money boy leave me alone
These niggas really OBM clones

These niggas really want to be us don't
Know how to act when they see us
Back in the day they couldn't beat us
Now they got to kill just to meet us

You need some racks just to greet us
If you got a plate you better feed us
I pull out tracks when I beat guts
Since sixteen had that heat tucked

Don't got racks can't stand near me
I got it on me clearly
Feel bad for your man dearly
Gun to his ear like an earring

I catch a opp chop start cheering
Hand on my glock other one steering
Don't want no man to fear me
But he damn sure going to hear me

Spin on his block opp start ducking
You loving that bitch but she ain't nothing
Not with that talking not with that fussing
Kick that bitch out if she ain't fucking

They know obm keep Russians
No new friends ain't doing no trusting
They tried to slide so we start busting
Playing with us you get repercussions

Yeah I know they thought I was gone
Bank where you been busting down zones
I put more chops in my home
Bought me another whip on my own

I do what I want bitch I'm grown
Check your dm can't talk on a phone
Ain't talking money boy leave me alone
These niggas really OBM clones

Opp got the drop so I'm on the porch
Play with that fire he gone get torched
I get him put down like a horse
Big chop turn his ass into a corpse

My bitch from the A not New York
Back in the day Bank was a dork
These niggas dead meat no pork and
I got an appetite where the fork

Dam where the opps at I'm getting hungry
Come get me I'm by my lonely
Just me and Keisha I got it on me look
at these little niggas trying clone me

I kill his man make him get his homie
Switch out the whip twelve they was on me
Can't do a fee niggas be phony
I'm trying to gain weight I use to be bony