paroles de chanson +$oUND D3AD (feat. Lil TexMex) - Lp Rambo

I wanna go to LA
Uh, take that to the (bank, bank)
Take that to the (bank, bank)
Take that to the (bank, bank)
Hold up, hold up
I got ghosts all in my home, still no evidence for the feds
All them blunts fucked with my tone, my bae told me I sound dead
Once I get the bag I'm gone, you can stay for problems instead
Once I flame up my cone I dont give no fuck bout what you said
Take that to the bank
Huh, take that to the bank
To the bank, bank, take that to the bank
Huh, take that to the bank (yeah)

I had pulled up to the bank with gang, blang on blang
I dont like when niggas rock the same chains, lame thing
Already know my niggas they step, we the be in our lane gang
And I got motion like Shane say
Four years with the same bae
Shrr, shrr, shrr, try me you sure?
Watch when I come it's a whole bunch of ravens around, that nigga gone say "it's a blur"
You better watch all them bitches you laying around, I'm hitting her phone like bttrr
Better be scared when she dont wanna stay with you know, that mean them killers right there
I got 3 on me balling like Steve Kerr
Smoking on this gas before I go slide I need me some peace first
All these sneakdissing on me, I must be first
I had saw some pain in my days think I need percs
Thotties know they need to be
Thotties need to be hurt

I got ghosts all in my home, still no evidence for the feds
All them blunts fucked with my tone, my bae told me I sound dead
Once I get the bag I'm gone, you can stay for problems instead
Once I flame up my cone I dont give no fuck bout what you said
Take that to the bank
Huh, take that to the bank
To the bank, bank, take that to the bank
Huh, take that to the bank (yeah)

Bitch on her knees, suck me up, ho was heavensent
I get evil, zombify you in your crib like Resident
I love blue faces on my bill, I love dead presidents
This shit fly over your head, but these bullets dont, intelligence
Try to diss me but now he is ghost
Call him Shoota but he miss the most
Envious of the way that I boast
Sasuke the way I kill the clones
All black fit like I'm Lone
With a big gun yeah reloading
Man you hoes just must be joking
Ándale, ándale, ándale I'm moving them packing for free
I'm moving them packs illegally
She got on her knees too easily
I'm hating 'em all, hate 'em equally
Stripes on the body I'm murking him probably, you know that I look like a referee
This codeine really got the best of me
Texaveli man, it's gotta be

I got ghosts all in my home, still no evidence for the feds
All them blunts fucked with my tone, my bae told me I sound dead
Once I get the bag I'm gone, you can stay for problems instead
Once I flame up my cone I dont give no fuck bout what you said
Take that to the bank