Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Nothin′ but shooters on my rosterAin't worried about no stick up

I′m the one that do the robbin'

Gucci print stamped on my jeans

With all my profit in my pocket

Too much money for a wallet

And I ain't made it to college

But still can hit up Johnny

Smack the bank, blow the deposit

Hit the gas, I′m on they ass

I′m leavin' everything behind me

Got bands in bank accounts

I was just hidin′ cash in the closet

I'm with Gucci, that 1017, you know I′m water faucet

Hit the hood, I hide my face

Stay far away from paparazzi

Gucci shoes with the Versace

Fizzle drippin', no hibachi

We got hot bowls of exotic

If you need it, Fizzle got it

I can really be your plug

All we gotta do is like ya

I do features for them bowls

If you want some, come cop it

Ayy, in a hot car, better not stop it

Next re-up, I′ma triple the profit

They knowin' BiC Fizzle a problem

Trillionaire mindset, plus he'll rob you

Ain′t breaking shit down, come cop it

Girls as soon as we spot ′em, we got 'em

As soon as we can, we follow ′em

N-nothin' but shooters on my roster

Ain′t worried about no stick up

I'm the one that do the robbin′

Gucci print stamped on my jeans (Gucci)

With all my profit in my pocket

Too much money for a wallet

And I ain't made it to college

But still can hit up Johnny

Smack the bank, blow the deposit (go)

Blowin' money ain′t a thing

′Cause I got millions put away (yeah)

All these Hellcats pulling up

Please don't get hit with a skray (grrah)

I′ma Boulder Crest Alum

I graduated from the Ye (skrrt)

Used to pull up for the tre

I'm the coach, I call the play (yeah)

Know I′m all about deposits

I don't really do withdrawals (no)

Heard he tattled on the gang

So we hang him by his balls (eh)

Junior, how we late to class?

We shootin′ dice all in the hall

Free my dogs behind the wall

Know they need me, they can call

Shoutout Fizzle

We so proud that my nigga graduated

Just like LeBron, straight out of high school

Took the pros and dominated (well, damn)

Tried to lock me down, but fuck 'em

I came out and elevated (true)

I went from sellin' grams in Gresham

Now I′m Grammy-nominated (it′s Gucci)

Ain't worried about no stick up

I′m the one that do the robbin'

Gucci print stamped on my jeans

With all my profit in my pocket

Too much money for a wallet

And I ain′t made it to college

But still can hit up Johnny

Smack the bank, blow the deposit

Bl-blow the deposit

Bl-blow the deposit