Blow The Deposit BiC Fizzle (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Pre-Chorus: BiC Fizzle]
Nothin' but shooters on my roster

[Chorus: BiC Fizzle]
I ain't worried about 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

[Verse 1: BiC Fizzle]
Hit the gas, I'm on they ass, I'm leaving everything behind me (Behind me)
Got bands in 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, stay far away from paparazzi
Gucci shoes with the Versace, Fizzle drippin', no hibachi
We got hot 'bows of еxotic, if you need it, Fizzle got it
I can really be your plug, all wе gotta do is lock in
I do features for them 'bows, if you want some, come cop it
Ayy, in a hot car, bet' not stop it, next re-up, I'ma triple the profit
They knowin' BiC Fizzle a problem, trillionaire mindset, plus he'll rob you
I ain't breakin' shit down, come cop it
Girls, you swoon 'em, we spot him, we got him
As soon as we catch, we follow him