BiC Fizzle, Gucci Mane - Blow the Deposit Lyrics

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbin'
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 hidin' 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 drippin', 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 re-up I'ma triple the profit
They knowin' BiC Fizzle a problem
Trillionaire mindset, plus he'll rob you
Ain't breakin' shit down, come cop it
Guaranteed soon as we spot him, we got him
As soon as we can, we follow him

Nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robbin'
Gucci print stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket (Gucci)
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)

Blowin' money ain't a thing 'cause I got millions for the wait (yeah)
All these Hellcats pullin' up, please don't get hit with a straight (grrah)
I'm on Boulder Crest alum, I graduated from the yay (skrrt)
Used to pull up for the trey, 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 (ugh)
Junior High, we late to class, we shootin' dice all in the hall
Free my dogs behind the wall (free 'em)
Know if they need me, they can call
Shoutout Fizzle, we so proud that my nigga graduated (yeah)
Just like LeBron, straight out of high school to the pros and dominated (well, damn)
Tried to lock me fown but fuck 'em, I came out an elevated (true)
I went from sellin' grams on Gresham, now I'm Grammy-nominated (it's Gucci)

Ain't worried 'bout no stick up, I'm the one that do the robin'
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