BiC Fizzle, Gucci Mane - Blow The Deposit lyrics

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout 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 leaving everything behind me (Behind me)
Got bands and bank accounts
I was just hiding cash in the closet
I'm with Gucci, that 1017
You know I'm water faucet
Hit the hood, I hide my face
They far away from paparazzi
Gucci shoes with the
Versace, Fizzle drippin', no hibachi
We got hot 'bows of exotic, if you need it
Fizzle got it i can really be your plug
All we gotta do it lock in
I do features for them bowls
If you want some, come cop it
Ayy, in a hot car, better
Not stop it, next week
I'ma triple the deposit
They knowin' BiC Fizzle a problem
Trae and my set, plus he'll rob you
Ain't breaking shit down, come cop it
Soon as we spot him, we got him
As soon as we can, we follow him

Nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout 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 anything 'cause I got
Millions for the wait (yeah)
All these Hellcats pulling up
Please don't get hit with a straight (Grrah)
I'm on Boulder Crest
I learnt my graduated from the Yay (Skrrt)
Used to pull up for the Trae, I'm the coach
I call the play (yeah)
Know I'm all about deposit's
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
(Well) , heard they need me, they can call
Shoutout Fizzle
We so proud that my nigga graduated (yeah)
Just like LeBron, straight out
Of high school, took the pros and deaminated
(Well, damn) track him down, but fuck 'em
Mine came out a elevator (True)
I went from sellin' grams in Gresham
Now I'm Grammy nominated (It's Gucci)

Nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout 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 (Deposit)

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