Dreamville, Buddy, JID, EARTHGANG and Guapdad 4000 - Wells Fargo

Excuse me, sir
Yes, your Grace
Is that my flamethrower beside you? (Why it is)
Please, sir, pass it this way
Can you hand me that pistol over there?
Please don't get nothing on it (my Lord, my Lord)
(Yes) please hand me the bazooka (why, thank you)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (haha)
No blood on the couch, please (brrah)
Please, no blood on the couch
(Yes) sir, you got blood on the couch
Can you hand me that machine gun? Sir, damn you, yeah

Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos

Father God in heaven above
I come to you as humbly as I know how
Off hella the drugs and I'm out of my mind
In the meantime, I'ma just smoke this loud
Put this shit on my tongue and this shit'll dissolve
Get a shot of Hennessy just to wash it down
All my white friends call me talkin' proper now
I got the BET's deal so I'm hot for now (Yeah)

He without sin cast the first stone
Told my nigga with the gun he can run in your home
One dome shot, niggas'll never look at him wrong again
Oh my God, oh my God, on this lick
In the car twisted, come here, lil' bitch
Suck on my dick, some of the fun under your sister
Come, come, give me some, tongue, tongue, get it done
Young fun, yum, yum, yum, I'm twisted (yeah)

Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo (I said, I don't give a fuck, ah)
Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload (you gettin' this? You recording this?)
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show (are you getting this?)
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos (woo, yo)

Roses is falling, the money is calling
I'll pedal forever and ever to you
TEC in the boxes of chocolate
I'll send 'em, I'll ship 'em, I'll get 'em delivered to you
Baby, whatever, just come on
Just hop in and get in the car and we go and get boof
Stragglers is off and they fallin'
Whatever, just tell 'em to tell 'em better not make a move (hey)

Skrrt skrrt in a new thing
Throw the cash and she gettin' Raekwon like the Wu-Tang
I think I deserve me a Mulsanne
Me, you, and two or three hoes should do the group thing
Just don't fuck up the sheets, the Airbnb, and fuck off the lease
Bitch, mind your bees, I need peace of mind
I beat meat, delete, then be leavin' fine, let's go (yeah, ahh)

Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos, woo

Nigga, it's just how you count it
It just depend on how you count it

Written by:
Akeem Douglas Hayes, Destin Route, Eric Dan, John Welch, Olu Fann, Simmie Sims, Tyler Mason

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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