Lyrics EARTHGANG – Bank
Text:
WowGr8:
This chip on my shoulder I got a vendetta
I tried to be cool with you niggas
You though I was playing
You gon have to kill me to stop me
Cuz honestly I can keep going forever
You measure a man by the likes on the gram
But how do he move under pressure?
The difference between choosers and beggars
This tech automatic my life automatic
I’m tired of humans and errors
I turn you Swiss for the cheddar
I do this shit for my ancestors
Like fuck your parameters
I push the boundaries
Yo bitch gon fuck me cuz I’m who you tryna be
Used to want jewelry
Now I got property
Business is booming
Its brackin like pottery
OOO Shit look at him go
Keep keep keep Gaining momentum
BEEP BEEP get the fuck out the way
KE-KE-KE all the way to the bank
OOO Shit look at him go
Keep keep keep Gaining momentum
BEEP BEEP get the fuck out the way
KE-KE-KE all the way to the bank
Coast to coast
Ain’t no SpottieOttie
Sorry bro
Getting skulls
Ain’t no scoliosis
Straight up wit ya
All my hoes
Know that they can never be offended
Strike a pose take a picture
CLICK
Hype beast
Fuck the hype
Been a beast
I was born with teeth
I done fucked around and flooded out her ovaries
Good advice
Trust your instincts. Don’t Over think
If it ain’t bout money why are you approaching me?
OOO Shit look at him go
Keep keep keep Gaining momentum
BEEP BEEP get the fuck out the way
KE-KE-KE all the way to the bank
OOO Shit look at him go
Keep keep keep Gaining momentum
BEEP BEEP get the fuck out the way
KE-KE-KE all the way to the bank
Olu:
Stick Stick Stick Stick Stick Stick Stick
Bitch it’s Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit Lit
Talking Bic Bic Bic Flick Gas Match Tip
Don’t you switch switch switch switch switch switch switch
I’m deading the issue
I’m firing missiles
You following trends
If you die they won’t miss you
You talking bout substance
Hope Judas don’t kiss you
You offering nothing
My thumb on the button
Your soul on my sights
Don’t play with your life
My nigga I’m great you bout to be late
You gone miss your flight
No I don’t want your bitch
Yeah motherfuck your clothes
The copy nigga awards
You coming in First you know
Don’t know who you is no more
You praying for validation
You tryina be valedictorian
My nigga done soul his soul
Don’t know who you is no more
I keep a new 10 on me, she never folds under pressure
I keep a new sin on me never seen nothing like this ever
Niggas they fuck with me
Bitches the fuck with me
Addicts they fuck with me
Critics they fuck with me
If they don’t, eat a dick
Shawty In fetal position I fuck it, I fuck it up, eat it dis miss it
