Wells Fargo

[Intro] Excuse me, sir (Yes) Your Grace Is that my flamethrower beside you? (Why it is) Please, sir, pass it this way Can you hand me that pistol over there? Please don't get muffins on it My Lord, my Lord (Yes) Please hand me the bazooka (Why, thank you) Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Haha) No blood on the couch, please (Brrah) Please, no blood on the couch (Yes) Sir, you got blood on the couch Can you hand me that machine gun? Sir, damn you, yeah [Chorus: Buddy, JID, Johnny Venus, & Guapdad 4000] Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos [Verse 1: Buddy & JID] Father God in heaven above I come to you as humbly as I know how Off hella the drugs and I'm out of my mind In the meantime, I'ma just smoke this loud Put this shit on my tongue and this shit'll dissolve Get a shot of Hennessy just to wash it down All my white friends got me talkin' proper now I got the BET's deal so I'm hot for now (Yeah) [Verse 2: JID] He without sin cast the first stone To a nigga with a gun that can run in your home One dome shot, niggas'll never look at him wrong again Oh my God, oh my God, on this lick In the car twisted, come here, lil' bitch Suck on my dick, some of the fun under your sister Come, come, give me some, tongue, tongue, get it done Young fun, yum, yum, yum, I'm twisted [Chorus: Buddy, JID, Johnny Venus, & Guapdad 4000] Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo (Whatever I said, I don't know what I said, I don't give a fuck, ah) Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload (You gettin' this? You recording this?) With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show (Are you getting this?) Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos (Woo, yeah) [Verse 3: Johnny Venus & Guapdad 4000] Roses is falling, the money is calling, I'll pedal forever and ever to you TEC in the boxes of chocolate, I'll send 'em, I'll ship 'em, I'll get 'em delivered to you Baby, whatever, just come on, just hop in the getaway car and we'll go and get food Sky is dissolving or falling, whatever, just tell 'em the teller better not make a move (Hey) [Verse 4: Guapdad 4000] Skrrt skrrt in a new thing Throw the cash 'til she get her Raekwon like the Wu-Tang I think I deserve me a Mulsanne Me, you, and two or three hoes should do the group thing Just don't fuck up the sheets, the Airbnb, and fuck off the lease Bitch, mind your bees, I need peace of mind I beat meat, delete, then be leavin' fine, let's go [Chorus: Buddy, JID, Johnny Venus, & Guapdad 4000] Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos (Woo) [Outro: Johnny Venus] Nigga, it's just how you count it It just depend on how you count it