9/11 BANK ROBBERY

What it that is
Oh shit, it’s 9/11
(Ayo, is that Vriezy?)
It’s 9/11
And I ain’t talkin 'bout no police
Walked in with sticks
Everybody on the floor please
You miss a cent
But you gon' have to owe me
I need your phone
If it ring, I pop your dome piece
Man, I feel bad man
I’m tryna get gone
You press that button
Imma flip you like you Tony
Same ash, you can call him my clonie
No time for watchin'
Boy, this is not Sony
Where the manager?
I need her alone, please
Bitch get down
I need your keyring
Tap her legs
No time for bling
One move, I up that thingy