Ah, Bank Method

Bank Method got me sad, call that shit Sad Method

Oh wait, oh, let me try to freestyle

Walking down the street, they see fliers of us

Been here for a minute, think they tired of us

Feeling suffocated, feeling wired up

I'm up in the stu with Orangina

In a spiderweb, with some flies in the cut

I'm so sick of people always lying to us

They try do us wrong, get us lined up

That's just how it is, how it winds up

I'm on aeroplanes so high up

All my time is money, two-timer

Bank Method 3 so fire

Y'all just gotta wait for the vinyl

Throw it at the horde, boomer bile

Pop out to the show, tix in bio

And we at the function, where's my lighter?

Treat her like my queen, she's my sire

Magic carpet ride, I'm so high, I just live that life

Stop asking me why, won't reply, that shit got me tight

I just want a bite, just a taste of the finish line

They want Bank Method 3, we want Half-Life

Okay, but Valve was like, "Hell nah"

Rest in peace, lil' bro, we still thinking of you, yah

This could've been us, pictures of you, yah

When you live like us, no one above you, yah

I'm getting face punched

Betty, like what you want?

I don't know what I want

Do what I want.com

I just look up at god

I'm tryna know your problem

I'm tryna fix it up

New tattoo, I'm inked up

Not tryna meet, no link up

I don't wanna take no picture

I'll crop you out the picture

Two bevs, one, it's a mixture

That boy ain't built for the winter

Yeah, he pull up, he shiver

He pull up, aim for the liver

This drink fuck up my liver

She know I'm a dog like Kipper

They see fliers of us

Been here for a minute, think they tired of us

Feeling suffocated, feeling wired up

I'm up in the stu with Orangina

In a spiderweb, with some flies in the cut

I'm so sick of people always lying to us

They try do us wrong, get us lined up

That's just how it is, how it winds up

Yo, shoutout my **** tropes, he might move in silence, but his shit goes hard

Oh, they made us a bracelet, look, on the PlanetZero shit

Hell yeah, oh, that shit fire