DescriptionMy name is Mitch and I have been writing lyrics for a three decades and looking to write lyrics for others. I ghostwrite for a few artists already and looking to expand.

Lyrics

Genres: Hip-hop

Outside the bank an hour before it opens
It a spendin' vendin' machine to me an fuck a token
A lesson learned is I be the only person blessin' me
So my C 4 be shoutin' to the door open sesame

A whore blastin' through doors to entrance vestibules
I got the tools to grab the cash an the rest be jewels
But I first got to carry out an assault
Fools standin' in the way of the vault

Three security men standing frozen in a line
Mustn't have been expectin' a robbery at this time
For the shocked I already got my glock out
Two fools get bullets that instantly knock they shock out

Those two chose fear an froze to explosions manic
But the third security different he ain't show panic 
He tryin' to take control an his posture low
Calmly tellin' me to drop my glock slow, ha

I ain't puttin' down shit so that's what I tell 'em
Instead I feel compelled to propel my parabellums
Parabellums dispel 'em to hell, they human hoovers
He avoids my glock shots wit military maneuvers

I grab a bank teller an say tell 'em to drop his
Or I paint the walls wit brains of this teller bitch
He replies (FUCK YOU) what is this security guard smokin'?
This security guard retard must think a bitch jokin'

The teller screams (DON'T KILL ME) which I thought was tellin'
As my nine millimeter parabellum interjects her cerebellum
She's smoked an that shot definitely broke any tension
And most certainly got the remaining guard's attention

There's two more tellers left so what's it gonna be?
Executin' 'em on site unless ya throw ya gun to me
5 seconds of silence passed by but felt like hours
An then he threw over his semi automatic Sig Sauer 

Thanks chief, that's a relief but also so stupid
Now I be arrowin' in on him an I ain't no cupid
Call me William Tell wit parabells an he now wasted
Also ten minutes wasted wit cash so close I can taste it 

A bitch William Tell tellin' the other two tellers to chill
Doesn't need to be any more bank teller blood to spill
The fear in they eyes is as good as havin' 'em tied
I promised I won't kill 'em an a bitch never lies, ha

I promise no more harm if they promise no alarms
Now I be a leprechaun away to find lucky charms
So eager I be practically somersaultin' to the vault
When all of a sudden I hear police sirens on asphalt 

There goes plan A so fuck it onto the next one
I'd be rather droppin' cops any day anyway no question
I change my glock to an automatic Intratec Tec-nine
Uses the same ammunition so bet it savin' a ho time 

Hear 'em speakin' to me through they loud speakers
On microphones must be thinkin' they like Justin Beibers..