Bankteller lyrics

by

Lil Uzi Vert


[Intro]
f*ck these n*ggas
16
Yeah, beep (I mean that sh*t this time)
Lil Uzi (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I hear you, slime
All hunnid on me, I don't do well with fifties
You can't be my shooter, you don't got a .50
Always was first, no, I never said "Pick me"
Pockets, they fat, look just like Missy
Uh, bankroll so new, this sh*t sticky
I'm on the block, all tan di*ky
I'm on the block, n*gga, get with me
Matching my cars with my clothes
I'm on the block with a tan Rover
I'm on the block, Glock, no holster
b*tch, it's the Roc, feel like Jay, Hova
Drinking lean straight, I don't need a soda
Bodega selling coke like a cola
Make your b*tch bend it right over
She make it clap, b*tch, I'm a soldier

[Verse]
I'm on thе block, and I know it all
Bro tucked the drugs all in his drawers
Thеy selling pills, weed, and the hard
They selling cocaine, fentanyl
I'm on the 16, that's the heart
Yeah, I ain't even got a heart (Yeah)
I got all yellow diamonds like I'm Bart
Lambo, I drive it like a go-kart
Shot up his Hellcat, need more park
I want the Wok, n*gga, not the par
I want the finished product, not the start
My b*tch sisters, can't tell her apart
And them b*tches both got that arch
I start counting hunnids in the dark
I start counting hunnids in the dark
I just be swimming in it like a shark (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch like how I talk
Young Philly n*gga, like how I walk
No I ain't Randy, but I catch the moss
I scored a touchdown then I walk
I never fumble, even with a toss
If I get extra, I still get it off (Yeah)
Big ass gun on my waist, desert eagle
I'm on the block with my n*gga DQ
I got stripes in it like Evisu
I'm so high, I could touch a eagle (What?)
I got the juice, b*tch, like Beetle (What?)
Seats in the foreign whip made of emu (Yeah)
I got them clips on me, like a b-roll (Yeah)
I'm off the E b*tch, that's a E-roll (Huh?)
Hunnid G's on me, b*tch, that's a C-roll (Huh?)
Go in my pocket, all my paper C-notes (Yeah)
Too many diamonds on my neck, my wrist
Permanent stain, b*tch, I got my teeth froze
Don Julio, b*tch, I ain't drinking Tito's
I got that Rocket Power like I'm Tito
I call my plug, yeah, he a 'migo
I never cross him 'cause he got that cheap dope
I swear I never can go like Nino
Ghetto b*tch with me, think that I'm emo (Huh?)
I hit her once, now she think I'm evil
Basically saying, I don't even see hoes
Bought out the mall, I don't even need clothes
All purple Lamb', like I know Don Vito
All black AP like Don Cheadle
I got more money than that n*gga Ebro
Only eat bread, I can't do no Keto
My wife tryna leave me, get her back like Ne-Yo
Opps tryna leave me, I already see tho
I got a Glock, came with a beam-o
I know your girl, shhh, that's the d-low
Shoot at em, shuffle, now you look like DLow (Yeah)
Bust at him now he boppin', look like Kemo
f*cked this b*tch underwater, like I'm Nemo (Huh?)
Pill got me bussin', need to f*ck three hoes
I am that gallo like pico (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I hear you, slime
All hunnid on me, I don't do well with fifties
You can't be my shooter, you don't got a .50
Always was first, no, I never said "Pick me" (Yeah)
Pockets, they fat, look just like Missy
Uh, bankroll so new, this sh*t sticky
I'm on the block, all tan di*ky
I'm on the block, n*gga, get with me (Huh?)
Matching my cars with my clothes
I'm on the block with a tan Rover
I'm on the block, Glock, no holster
b*tch, it's the Roc, feel like Jay, Hova
Drinking lean straight, I don't need a soda
Bodega selling coke like a cola
Make your b*tch bend it right over
She make it clap, b*tch, I'm a soldier
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