The Fuccbois - Hundo P

Alright, put the cummies in the bag
Put 'em in!
Um, you're facing the wrong way sir
Alright, gimme the cummies!
Will that be from your savings or your checking account sir?
Uh, savings
May I see some identification?
Sure, here you go
Thank you
Sir, we are showing a balance of $0.00 for both of your accounts
Oh
Pull up to the Bikini Bottom Bank with the bags
Lighting up a cigarette, take a drag
We got the whole squad with the drill and the mags
Slip into the back, grab the cash, then we dash
Walk up and Turt slip the note to the teller
If she push the button then we have her in the cellar
Alarms going ain’t shit we could tell her
Lucky we got the guns from a verified seller
Bullets flying and bitches crying this shit is real
Man before we came I should’ve popped a fucking pill
We in the vault and we grabbing all that we can steal
Police coming and caps are still getting peeled
Make sure that nobody's caught on the security reels
Our whole lives are on the line, boi, it’s time to reel
Waiting to hear the driver, listening for squeals
In the meantime a fire is burning, like why we here?
Fire trucks are showing up outside
We still behind the counter like, shit, we 'bout to die
Catch an emergency exit corner of my eye
We ain’t going to the coroner tonight
We bust out the door to another gunfight
Red and blue lights, left and right, we strategize
Knock out the cops and the Boi pull up just in time
Hop in the whip, like “Damn Thicc, drive!”
Hundo P, I'm a g
Count to 1, 2, 3, trapping 2017
You funny like a meme, damn this beat is supreme
Bank tellers scream
Laser beam, hit the vault, money stacks tall
Buying shoes at the mall
And Cinnabon's
Put Eternity on
Hit The Quan, I wrote this song
After Turt
Hit
The bong, Yung-a
Put the money in the bag
Put it all in the sack
We taking it all, we risking our lives
The po' po' chasing us on I-5
Come and get us, if you dare
There was so much commotion like who, what, where?
We got so much money, it ain’t even funny
I’m telling my honey, we got the money
She knows the drill
She packed our bags
Yung Thicc, Star and Turt are back, bitch
We robbed a bank
We bought a tank
We smoking the dank
So many people to thank

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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