HOW TO ROB A BANK lyrics

[Intro: Lil Darkie & CHRIST DILLINGER]
This is Spider 1 to Spider 2, do you copy? Over
Loud and clear, Spider 1
Spider 1, you got some company up ahead
Ight, I ain't finding no spiders around here
I ain't see nothing all night. You sure they're even still around?
Nah, but keep your eyes peeled
Boss got a raise from when we caught one in
(Man, why these f*ck n*ggas always talkin' sh*t?)
I don't know, Dillinger

[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Maybe 'cause they broke, broke
You should rob a bank
All they songs ass, I could spank
Every single rapper
Every MC, like a hammer
If you don't like the slammer, bettеr stay up out the camera's sight
You ain't seein' sh*t
All that evеryone can think about is bein' rich

[Bridge: Lil Darkie & CHRIST DILLINGER]
Ayy, Dillinger
Open up this- this f*ckin' door, would you?
Yeah n*gga, I got you
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
First things first, I'ma hack into the mainframe
pus*y n*ggas pus*y, all the n*ggas say the same thing
I got a mystery drink in my red cup
Watchin' my back 'cause I'm robbin' from sun up to sun down
pus*y n*ggas wanna be my son now
I'ma post a pic with all these guns now
Run up, you get gunned down
I'll shoot a woman in the club, it's a hoedown
Big ass chain and it's hangin' by my nuts now
Every time that we commit a crime, it goes properly
Robbin' all these n*ggas 'cause I'm still livin' in poverty
You know we don't feel no pressure from these puny MC's
So much pressure in my blunt, these little n*ggas can't breathe
Tell 'em put your hands up, high up when I'm in it
Big pile of cash, I'm 'bout to dive in it
And the ride that I ride 'till dark when I'm in it
Tint so damn dark, can't find the guy in it

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
It's so damn dark, can't find the guy
Ain't it funny how the motherf*ckin' spider fly
All these guys wanna be us and make these bucks
That's why I got the PP7 loaded by my side, uh
Hop in the car, like here my n*gga, what's up
Let's get the f*ck out and dodge, I think I got us enough
You ever get the cops on, you better put out the Dutch
And put the pedal to the metal like a medical rush
Like you an ambulance, n*gga, and gotta save you a patient
And this is an emergency, but we don't have any patience
Get to switchin' locations, it's one of them situations
Where if we get the coppers off us, we can go on vacation
[Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER, Lil Darkie, & both]
n*ggas gettin' high at the Spider headquarters
n*ggas tryna borrow dough because we the bread holders
n*ggas listenin' to others, we don't need to get orders
n*ggas workin' at McDonalds, n*ggas need to get orders
Fry cook, n*gga, flippin' burgers like he SpongeBob
Your b*tch got the sandy cheeks, she tryna suck my nuts off
I just got so hard, I put a condom on, it popped off
Walked up in the party, saw your b*tch ass and I got soft
I just popped a Percocet and now my p*nis erect
I have so much money that the IRS won't detect
b*tch, you got a problem, you should rectify the defect
n*ggas want some money, but don't care about the respect
I got so much money on me, shorty take her clothes off
I got Jewish n*ggas with me, move like Bernie Madoff
We just took the money from the bank and then we made off

[Outro: Lil Darkie & CHRIST DILLINGER]
Yeah, say- say a rapper thing
Money bags