Blow the Deposit Songtext
von BiC Fizzle feat. Gucci Mane

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Nothin′ but shooters on my roster
Ain't worried about no stick up
I′m the one that do the robbin'
Gucci print stamped on my jeans
With all my profit in my pocket

Too much money for a wallet
And I ain't made it to college
But still can hit up Johnny
Smack the bank, blow the deposit

Hit the gas, I′m on they ass
I′m leavin' everything behind me
Got bands in bank accounts
I was just hidin′ cash in the closet

I'm with Gucci, that 1017, you know I′m water faucet
Hit the hood, I hide my face
Stay far away from paparazzi
Gucci shoes with the Versace
Fizzle drippin', no hibachi


We got hot bowls of exotic
If you need it, Fizzle got it
I can really be your plug
All we gotta do is like ya
I do features for them bowls
If you want some, come cop it

Ayy, in a hot car, better not stop it
Next re-up, I′ma triple the profit
They knowin' BiC Fizzle a problem
Trillionaire mindset, plus he'll rob you

Ain′t breaking shit down, come cop it
Girls as soon as we spot ′em, we got 'em
As soon as we can, we follow ′em

N-nothin' but shooters on my roster
Ain′t worried about no stick up
I'm the one that do the robbin′
Gucci print stamped on my jeans (Gucci)
With all my profit in my pocket

Too much money for a wallet
And I ain't made it to college
But still can hit up Johnny
Smack the bank, blow the deposit (go)


Blowin' money ain′t a thing
′Cause I got millions put away (yeah)
All these Hellcats pulling up
Please don't get hit with a skray (grrah)

I′ma Boulder Crest Alum
I graduated from the Ye (skrrt)
Used to pull up for the tre
I'm the coach, I call the play (yeah)

Know I′m all about deposits
I don't really do withdrawals (no)
Heard he tattled on the gang
So we hang him by his balls (eh)

Junior, how we late to class?
We shootin′ dice all in the hall
Free my dogs behind the wall
Know they need me, they can call

Shoutout Fizzle
We so proud that my nigga graduated
Just like LeBron, straight out of high school
Took the pros and dominated (well, damn)

Tried to lock me down, but fuck 'em
I came out and elevated (true)
I went from sellin' grams in Gresham
Now I′m Grammy-nominated (it′s Gucci)

Ain't worried about no stick up
I′m the one that do the robbin'
Gucci print stamped on my jeans
With all my profit in my pocket

Too much money for a wallet
And I ain′t made it to college
But still can hit up Johnny
Smack the bank, blow the deposit

Bl-blow the deposit
Bl-blow the deposit