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Gucci Mane

Blow The Deposit

 

Blow The Deposit

(album: So Icy Gang: The ReUp - 2020)


Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Nothing but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbing
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 dripping, 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 knowing 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

Nothing but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbing
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)

Blowing 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 deposits, 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 shooting 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 selling grams in Gresham, now I'm Grammy-nominated (It's Gucci)

Nothing but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbing
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)

B-blow the deposit
B-blow the deposit

done

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