Wells Fargo (Interlude) (Feat. Guapdad 4000, Buddy)

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