Yung Mal - Pull Up To The Bank lyrics

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Yung Mal - Pull Up To The Bank lyrics

[Intro] Pull up, pull up to the bank I gotta get somethin' real quick (Kap, your name's on the beat) Pull up to the bank Smellin' just like dank, huh You know that I stank, yeah Real big dog, I got rank Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Pull up to the motherfu*kin' bank Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank Really havin' this sh*t, what the fu*k do you think? Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank Smokin' this dank sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank [Verse 1] Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, b*tch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on Beat down thе trap 'til it's all gone They wanna hate on thе gang, but that's when it go wrong b*tch, go harder than hard or go home Handle that business, don't talk on no phones Just like a quarterback, my money long Yeah, b*tch, I'm the quarterback, make 'em go long Drip to my head to my toe, b*tch, I'm fly like a drone In my own lane, swear I'm so stuck in my zone Stuck in the 6, b*tch, yeah, that's the zone I got them racks, b*tch, we on Everywhere I go, I smell like that strong [Chorus] Pull up to the motherfu*kin' bank Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank Really havin' this sh*t, what the fu*k do you think? Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank Smokin' this dank sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank [Verse 2] I'm doin' sh*t that they can't We goin' up, but they ain't I let 'em think what they think, let 'em play I break they neck like I break the bank Swervin' this b*tch, I'm geeked on drank Took a Perc' in this b*tch, I'm geeked, might faint But don't think sh*t sweet, 'cause I keep that thing Wet that boy up, let him dry, no hanger Yeah, chopper hit him in the arm, it dangle We pull up in Hellcats, RT Durango Got them racks and I'm still with the same folks ni**as switched up, but I knew they would change, though He probably mad 'bout that old ho Clown-ass ni**a remind me of Bozo Pull up to the bank with that chopper on me dolo [Chorus] Pull up to the motherfu*kin' bank Got so many bands, thought that sh*t was a prank Really havin' this sh*t, what the fu*k do you think? Truck got no keys, but it's still gon' crank Like three hundred bucks if you spill this drank Smokin' this dank sh*t burn your nose, it smell like paint My dog down the road, he FaceTimed me with a shank

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