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letra de pull up to the bank - yung mal

[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 motherf-ckin’ bank
got so many bands, thought that sh-t was a prank
really havin’ this sh-t, what the f-ck 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 motherf-ckin’ bank
got so many bands, thought that sh-t was a prank
really havin’ this sh-t, what the f-ck 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 h-llcats, rt durango
got them racks and i’m still with the same folks
n-ggas switched up, but i knew they would change, though
he probably mad ’bout that old ho
clown-ass n-gga remind me of bozo
pull up to the bank with that chopper on me dolo
[chorus]
pull up to the motherf-ckin’ bank
got so many bands, thought that sh-t was a prank
really havin’ this sh-t, what the f-ck 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

- yung mal

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