In & Out ​ronsocold (Ft. D. Savage)

[Verse 1: Ron$oCold]
I be in and out the bank, these niggas wanna link
But I don't need no friends, all my friends are dead
In these Ksubi jeans, dead presidents
Niggas talkin' shit but they irrelevant
Tattoos on my face like a Mexican
And my money long, yeah, my pocket thick
Thicker than your bitch, bitches wanna fuck
Pull up to my telly, smokin' on this gas
Yeah, that shit so smelly (gas)
Used to ride in Honda, now I fly in jets
Hop right off a jet, I ride in that 'Vette
Pull up on your bitch, she gon' throw me neck
Right before the show, suckin' on this dick
Suck it 'til she choke, all my Glocks got dicks
AK came with tits, that's a hundred rounds
Ridin' 'round my city and I'm piped up
Gotta keep a pole 'cause these niggas, they don't like us
Better bring your pole, ain't no fightin'
When those diamonds hittin' look like lightning
Bitch, I'm lit myself, don't need no hypeman
Sippin' on this Wock, got me leanin' like a kickstand
Pop a Perc, got me higher than a kite, man
I think this bitch salty 'cause she ain't my type, man

[Chorus: Ron$oCold]
I be in and out the bank
I be in and out the bank, niggas wanna link
But I don't need no friends, all my friends are dead
I be in and out the bank, I be in and out the bank