Young MVP - Bank Account Lyrics

Trap jump in,
I jump in,
I'm jumpin' in like it's double dutch
With swishers and the double dutch
Doubling up on my double cups
When I hit the beat,
Hit the beat, double uppercut
Punch lines like you better duck This is dope and there ain't no cut
If I'm telling the truth, they ain't real enough
If I'm keeping it real, they ain't man enough
No Colin Kaepernick I'm standing up
I turn a nicc into a dub
I turn a dub into a gun
I turn a gun to a n***a lungs
Put that suu woo on a n***a lugz Turn a n***a into a blood
This is for all of my thugs
There is no hug
Slides on them like what's crackin' cuz
I'm after blood like Dracula
Double flip like a spatula
I double flip like spatula
Tell them after blood like Dracula Said I'm after blood like,
Aye, aye, aye
I'm a hustler,
I'm a hustler
Shout out to all of my customers
Still triple, double Russel, bruh Blue nose, no muzzler
All muscle, no struggle
Run the ball out the huddle
Told the thot we can't cuddle
She gotta go on the double
Turn the boulder from a pebble Step my game up a little
J. Cole in the middle
Playin' the riddle from a fiddle
Ooh, tell me get him, I'ma get him Ooh, tell me get him, I'ma get him
Hit him, hit him, I'ma swoop
After blood like I'm Dracula
Still flippin' like I'm a spatula
So I'm after blood like Dracula
And I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Like what they talkin' bout?
I'm bout to shoot it out
I'm bout to shoot it out
I'm in the trap house
F*ck what you talkin' bout?
Like what you
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Am I? Am I? Uh-huh, yeah