paroles de chanson ROB THA BANK (feat. Fm Delo) - FM Wu

Like what you say
We gon pull up
And we prolly rob the bank
Your niggas talking
They be smoking on that dank
I told em that ain't what it is
What you thank
And we been tryna get some money to this day
Them niggas talking
So I know they gon hate
But when they with you
They gon ask if you could pay
I told em that ain't what it is
What you thank
I told my nigga delo
We gon rob the bank

Like what you say
Them niggas mad
I know they see I'm getting paid
I get a bag
I ain't on minimum wage
Them niggas pussy
They can't go this many days
Without a hand out
I get some money
I be counting up these bands now
They just was watching
When they nigga had got ran down
That's the type of shit
Ah make you put your hands down
Ain't get no hand outs
Niggas seen me cry for help
They onna sideline
Niggas told me do it yourself
So when I die
Nigga let me die
By myself
Them niggas bitches
they be talking bout the street code
That shit ridiculous
All they Shìt had just got repoed
My niggas shooting like they Kobe
Onna free throw
We get to skipping em
Like uno, dos, cinco
I don't be cranking on they shit
Expect for delo
Don't do no features
But I let that choppa sing tho
I think I'm numb to everything
Call me nino
MGM we shooting craps in the casino
Knock a nigga wit a brick
Like he Debo
I'm finessing
Like I do this shit wit cheat codes
And we be getting money
Yea we stacking paper up
They took his shit and he on live
They ain't take enough
And i never was the nigga to be acting tough
Now shit changed lil nigga
And I ain't ah bluff
In 6 ways
I'm about to get my money up
In 6 days
You ain't thinking I ain't done enough
We get some bread
Then we break it
And we double up
Now or never til forever
I'm the number one
And if a nigga try to stop me
We gon run em down
I'm the hottest in my city
Ain't ah question now
100 Bars
We about to break them numbers down
Shoot for the stars
And I'm never ever coming down

Like what you say
We gon pull up
And we prolly rob the bank
Your niggas talking
They be smoking on that dank
I told em that ain't what it is
What you thank
And we been tryna get some money to this day
Them niggas talking
So I know they gon hate
But when they with you
They gon ask if you could pay
I told em that ain't what it is
What you thank
I told my nigga delo
We gon rob the bank

Im so slime wu told me rob the bank
I been going so hard
So imma pull up in a tank
Got ice up in my sprite
So you know what a nigga drank
We put him on a shirt
He died nigga what you think
I'm crusing right up in that Lincon
Like shawty what you thinking
I'm only tryna fuck
And you know its for the weekend
And if I want murder imma keep on blinking
30 Wit the choppa gon leave a nigga sinking
Dead bodies
Yeah I got em traumatized
Yeah I'm slanging on that rod
So I'm slanging on that nine
And when I catch you
On my mother man you dying
You killed who
Shut the fuck up boy you know them niggas lying
2 Seater even in that speeder
Always gon tell a bitch ion't even need her
Never lacking
Boy you already know I keep my heater
Same niggas that be dissing me
Be crying for a feature
You fuck wit the opps
Don't get your head popped
Youg nigga got the streets right on fucking lock
39 Up on my side keep my G-lock
FM got them black flags tied around them glocks
Can't stop me so niggas tryna copy
Knock a nigga down
Hit his ass like I'm rocky
Yeah I keep a glocky
Too easy I'm cocky
Kiyre Irving wit the finish
Ain't nobody could block me
Im don dada so I want that nigga dead
You could look me in my eyes
Demon baby that shit red
He gon die for what he said
I feel this 39 up wit lead
You know I was on them papers
I was still busing niggas heads
Glocks wit them switches
I came from the trenches
Fuck all the opps
Boy you know them niggas bitches
Day one fold
He in the casket wit them snitches
Caught that nigga lacking
Now he on everybody mentions
Lil los want an eye for an eyeee
So if you gon slide you gon slideee
You fucking wit the wrong one
You know you gon dieee
FM crummy gang
They want me bring the gang out
Onna paper chase dont gotta change a route
Cant wait to be on them jets
And let them chains out
And I'm so slime that
I still knock a nigga brains out

Like what you say
We gon pull up
And we prolly rob the bank
Your niggas talking
They be smoking on that dank
I told em that ain't what it is
What you thank
And we been tryna get some money to this day
Them niggas talking
So I know they gon hate
But when they with you
They gon ask if you could pay
I told em that ain't what it is
What you thank
I told my nigga delo
We gon rob the bank

Aye tell em we gon rob the bank aye
Like pussy nigga what you think