
Pull Up To The Bank Yung Mal
"Pull Up To The Bank" by Yung Mal, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of wealth, success, and street life. The lyrics reflect confidence and ambition, highlighting the hustle to achieve financial goals. Musically, it features catchy beats and melodic flows, contributing to its appeal in contemporary rap culture.

[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 motherfuckin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that shit was a prank
Really havin' this shit, what the fuck 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
Shit 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, bitch
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
Bitch, go harder than hard or go home
Handle that business, don't talk on no phones
Just like a quarterback, my money long
Yeah, bitch, I'm the quarterback, make 'em go long
Drip to my head to my toe, bitch, I'm fly like a drone
In my own lane, swear I'm so stuck in my zone
Stuck in the 6, bitch, yeah, that's the zone
I got them racks, bitch, we on
Everywhere I go, I smell like that strong
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 motherfuckin' bank
Got so many bands, thought that shit was a prank
Really havin' this shit, what the fuck 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
Shit 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, bitch
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
Bitch, go harder than hard or go home
Handle that business, don't talk on no phones
Just like a quarterback, my money long
Yeah, bitch, I'm the quarterback, make 'em go long
Drip to my head to my toe, bitch, I'm fly like a drone
In my own lane, swear I'm so stuck in my zone
Stuck in the 6, bitch, yeah, that's the zone
I got them racks, bitch, we on
Everywhere I go, I smell like that strong
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