TFR Natu - In Da Bank

Mmm yeah
Ohhh yeah
Ohh yeah
I'm in da bank and I'm dropping a check
We on a fuck nigga fuck nigga neck
I'm in da bank and I'm dropping a check and he should've known how it get
If he snitch on da gang than I'm losing respect and we on that fuck nigga neck
And niggas be hot tryna sell me a glock and he sent that shit over text
And I feel like Tory on top of da world before that nigga shot at meg
And that nigga stupid he keep talking crazy then I put a band on his head
And nowadays opps all they do is talk so I get more scared of the feds
Brodie smoking weed, brodie smoking gas, and now he moved on to the meds
And I cannot focus on all of my bitches so some of em facing neglect
And a nigga talk shit imma get him gone boy that's cause and effect
I could give a fuck bout my music, I care more bout respect
And my nigga don't know how to use a computer, but he pull up with tec
I know bitches who really be geeking in person, I know bitches whose pressed
I know bitches who geeking in person, I know bitches who pressed
And yeah I knew shawty was cappin when she said that she wanna be friends
And shawty was cool and all but I need me a ten
Brodie keep popping pills for real, and he off a percocet
Niggas say they gonn kill for real, but I know he ain't murkin shit
And he writing statements for real, so he more like a journalist
And I got a bitch who be thinkin I'm cuffing but this shit ain't permanent
She must be popping pills for real, she must be off a percocet
Cause right after I hit it I let it go
I can't trip on a bitch rather get the dough
Nigga saying he trap he sell edibles
They like natu dat boy goin federal
Bitch I hang out with twins they identical
Niggas saying my focus incredible
But only when I gotta get the money
If my bruva get bagged he ain't saying nothin
I'm in the bank and I'm dropping a check and he should've known how it get
If he snitch on the gang than I'm losing respect and we on that fuck nigga neck
And niggas be hot tryna sell me a glock and he sent dat shit over text
And I feel like Tory on top of the world before dat nigga shot at meg
And that nigga stupid he keep talking crazy then I put a band on his head
And nowadays opps all they do is talk so I get more scared of the feds
Brodie smoking weed, brodie smoking gas, and now he moved on to the meds
And I cannot focus on all of my bitches so some of em facing neglect
And a nigga talk shit imma get him gone boy that's cause and effect
I could give a fuck bout my music, I care more bout respect
And my nigga don't know how to use a computer, but he pull up with tec
And I know bitches who geeking in person, I know bitches whose pressed
I know bitches who pre-e-essed
No-o-o

Written by:
Natu Fessehaye

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