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trappintori - deposit the bank lyrics

trappintori verse 1
she tryna f-kk wit the gang onna weekends but we only do onna weekdays
kause n-gg-s be talkin to much onna internet its like a keyboard they embrace
i’m at the top but they to see me fall like a domino except the holidays
we hang at the trap you n-gg-s is lame you hanging out right at the kommonplace
i got the bag then i trade it to mac kause you know we gotta get in first
i took yo b-tch she said it was nothing now she inna back doing reverse
these n-gg-s is hoe these n-gg-s is b-tches i feel like these n-gg-s gon rehe-rs-
they want me to p-ss so im in my bag but n-gg- i still want a reward
(chorus)
we gon deposit the bank
you know that i stay by the safe
you know im gon keep a k
kame up from eating fillet
now we t up wit the bros
now we get green and the bank
n-gg-s just hate for the fame
smokin on kookie and dank
(verse 2)
bakk to the basics now i gotta start again kickin sh-t like rondo
and this ain’t a game so if you start dissing then you gettin stepped on by honcho
im nice wit the rapping i keep yo hoe wet now you know we all need poncho
im gettin the kream you get gettin the kheese but real life you know ain’t nachos
i want the smoke
i want the smoke
this ain’t a game if you diss you get choked
smoking on kookie smoking on rose
n-gg-s be dissing know they ain’t bold
you know i got the choppas
you know i be like a doctor
prescribing pills to oppers
f-ck around and hit a opper
i came up from nothing but pennies and dollar
you eating steak i was eating mcdonalds
i can’t let em win rip to the fallen
and free all my n-gg-s they juggin and calling
finesse the whip jus to get inna wraith
we hadda go and hit stains onna jakes
thats on my momma you n-gg-s is fake
and free my big brother they framed his whole face
(tyie2x)
i cannot leave the trap without my glizzy i just got nuderded
imma deposit the bank while you yell on the phone and continue to type on computers
said he wanted smoke so i pulled up with draco’s he tried to shoot back with the 9 in his ruger
you beef with the gang i just crashed the whip, i’m on my way and i just caught a uber
n-gg-s gon hate deposit the bank, you want a feature better come with the dough
i need a roll, you n-gg-s be rapping for free in return your career moving slow
what do you know, blowin up a b-tch phone while she stuck in traffic giving dome
this busta ain’t go no game left a voicemail like “please baby come home”
(verse 2)
imma real n-gg- so i do not care i’m breaking her bacc while i’m pulling her hair
i am a pimp, you are a square
these racks in my jeans they do not compare
smoking gelato smell it in the air
come through my city you gon pay a fair
we shoot the air if he gonna stare
you get what i’m saying he can’t come through here uh

all of my n-gg-s is savages all of my n-gg-s be clapping shii
we f-ck on your b-tch and she average i just want the throat you can have your chick
i don’t do disses i am not having it he disappear like a magic trick
now that n-gg- on the news first 48 he was just rapping sh-t

i get the bag in came in all black with a pistol and a keyword
it’s back to the trap, load into the mac we finna turn him to a t shirt
i get da checc by any means i don’t care who gets hurt
lil bro pop out with that steal and he ain’t getting no return

- trappintori lyrics

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