Simpseason - Why is the bank closed on Sundays!? Lyrics

I got backwoods out the box
I got niggas that tote glocks

And I won't talk to no feds
But yo' bitch best be in bed

When I pull up to that crib
With that 5% tint
And that choppa that extend (Aye, Yuh!)

Mama told me stop trappin'
Boy before you caught up
I said "Ma I love the money I wanna be a baller"
She said "what bout them kids you wit"
I said "they robbers"
I gotta go and get it wish a nigga try and stop us

Skirt skirt
Kick in the door like the police
Im popping shit nigga
No these aint tags B
Im like a dog nigga keep me on that leash seesh
And if I get out that cage you better bring the SWAT team

I love murder touch that choppa once
It touch my soul (Okayyy)
Feel it in my finger shit get itchy
Who gon die today
Is it you, or is it you don't know, f*ck it let it spray
Gave some flowers to your mama told her it would be ok
Told the gang lets go its gon be a field day
If you play your cards right it might be a pay day
Left that nigga shook up like he on the display
All my niggas eating yeah like we in a buffet
Cooking shit up on the stove look like a entrée
Big backwood nigga where the f*ck the ash tray
I like straight to the point
Yeah no need for four play
And if you aint given top get up out my damn face

If I wind up in that court again
Ill beat that damn case
Its f*ck the opps they can't catch me ima have to do the race