[Lyric] ​Bank Don’t Close (Gunna)

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[Chorus]
Leather coat season, we at the Lowes
Bitch look like Chris, Cartier stones
Lil' baby lit, I'ma take her home
Paris on trip, we all alone (Uh)
Lil bih', I'm grown
People say lighten your soul in a song
Street 'til a Jeep, we don't cover the broke
When you really rich, on a Sunday, your bank don't close

[Verse 1]
Cap like you [?], then trust me, you gon' get yo' lesson
Nobody gon' know yo' direction
Don’t let up, lil' bitch, which one you workin'?
They cut like the [?]
Don’t show yo' hand, let 'em keep guessin'
Drip and it’s givin' fluorescents…
…I came with the dressin', he got all profits
[?] detective, he can shoot if he want, gotta [?] (Come on)
Gotcha hoe in my possession, you don’t hit it right
When she pull up, we sexin'
I’m bossin' that pussy, no question
She bitin' like Tyson, we [?] and fightin'
[?] the run down and get stretched, roll the dice
I been in a rush, fore' they cross me like Christ
I’m all kinda high with this [?]
I hopped in the whip and I slip with no license
Do what I want 'cause I’m grown
Smokin' out the Backwood, not bowl (Bowl)
Fire No. 9 on my cologne, no string, G5, not a drone
[?], more water like a boat, sea side, [?] banana pole
Desert Eagle freezer, everybody froze
[?] all around the globe
[Chorus]
Leather coat season, we at the Lowes
Bitch look like Chris, Cartier stones
Lil' baby lit, I'ma take her home
Paris on trip, we all alone (Uh)
Lil bih', I'm grown
People say lighten your soul in a song
Street 'til a Jeep, we don't cover the broke
When you really rich, on a Sunday, your bank don't close

[Verse 2]
Wanted to walk with my shirt off
Slick like the shark 'cause the label kicked in like the soccer
Parking lot playa, you know I’ma playa
If you mop her, she suck this dick outside a copper
Bae eat that dick like it's lobster
They love me in Louis, they know I’m goin' shoppin'
Why he act like he want a problem?
No cap, I’ma pay 'em to pop ya
I think he gon' need a doctor, the head on me heavy
They slit a machete, they say that boy sound like a choppa (Pa-pa)
That cake made and some cake, had to call Betty Crocker
You [?], but you still not a shotta
You broke 'bout the bitch when you punt a bitch roster
[?] this lil' bitch and we give her [?]
My [?] sweet, we can go to Mochasa
[Chorus]
Leather coat season, we at the Lowes
Bitch look like Chris, Cartier stones
Lil' baby lit, I'ma take her home
Paris on trip, we all alone (Uh)
Lil bih', I'm grown
People say lighten your soul in a song
Street 'til a Jeep, we don't cover the broke
When you really rich, on a Sunday, your bank don't close