Banks lyrics

[Intro]
Yo man, shoutout to Banks, man
Absolutely just roasting Jake Paul
We had to come through with a track for ya
Jake Paul... Lick my balls man gimme them cheeks
Gimme your brother's cheeks
Gimme your mother's cheeks
f*ck it... Here we go

[Chorus: Jake Hill]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that b*tch every day
Ain't nobody f*cking with Banks

I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that b*tch every day
Ain't nobody f*cking with Banks

[Verse 1: Josh A]
Young Josh A saying f*ck Team 10
Jake Paul's b*tch ass getting roasted again
Sick of diss tracks but I'm back on the trend
Sick of whack raps, that sh*t has no end
I'll be rapping saying, word up to FaZe
I'll be going Super Saiyan like Banks
Jake about to get the minimum wage
I'll be going to the end of my days
Got the diamond, then you lost the diamond
All because FaZe Banks hit you back like Tyson
Had to fake the abuse for the views
Faker than your hairline and your sh*tty crew
Cancer for sympathy that was so sh*tty
Ghostwrote his verse and put "England my city"
Then lied to Ethan man I was like "Woah"
Your fanbase are morons and like 8 years old
Let me put it simple for you, b*tch
I just don't f*ck with you
Heard those bars they were weak hot ass
Man swear they smelled like poop
FaZe Banks for the win
Seein' right through ya Jake Paul, low-rent
I don't really f*ck with you or your kin
Except your Mum, God Damn
[Chorus: Jake Hill]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that b*tch every day
Ain't nobody f*cking with Banks

I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that b*tch every day
Ain't nobody f*cking with Banks

[Verse 2: Jake Hill]
Jake Paul, ain't nothing changed
Sick of hearing your name, sick of seeing these lames
On my news feed, these nuisances
Team 10, so useless
First things first imma put them in the dirt
Yea we did it already
But motherf*cker's never learn
Get burned b*tch sit down
You and your friends...
Pieces of sh*t when will this ever end
Jake Hill, Josh A in the cut once more
Erika Costell that c*nts a whore
No holdin' back yea Imma f*ck them up
Cause I've had enough of these f*cking cucks
Imma do it how I did it 2 months ago
Took out the trash, now it's back in circulation
On the verse I'm Satan with the words I'm sprayin'
Imma hit 'em with vengeance, got malicious intentions
By the end of the sentence, Imma leave em in trenches
Dress em up and rip out the stitches
Not personal, it's just business yea
One by one, won't leave a witness
[Chorus: Jake Hill]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that b*tch every day
Ain't nobody f*cking with Banks

I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that b*tch every day
Ain't nobody f*cking with Banks

[Outro]
(Children's voices)
Dab on the haters!
Yeah, Jake Paul is a savage!
I'm 11 years old (Me too!)
Team 10!
Team 10!
Team 10! (f*ck you, mom!)
Team 10!
Team 10!
Team 10! (I'm a f*cking retard)
Team 10!
Team 10!
Team 10!
Team 10!
Team 10!
Team 10!