[Intro]

Someone has broken into the national bank

The Federal Reserve

The mysterious group Anonymous has struck again with a warning

[Verse 1: OBN Dev]

I'm doing all my crimes anonymous, I got a VPN

I could pull up to the club, I'm underage but they gon' let me in

We gon' have to bring the choppa out of state if shit get out of hand

I could go and get a fire piece today and make a couple bands

Don't nobody wanna buy from me 'cause they know I scam

I just hit the road with fire BINs, I'm linking up with Stan

Almost started shooting with my Glock but it's another fan

I'm finna go and buy a money counter, I don't like my hands

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Ayy, BIN fire, nah, for real, that's on God and 'em

Big shitting, big shitters 'round me, I'm with Tron and 'em

Walking in my closet, you done walked out the continent

Think I'm playing in the NHL, I'ma slide with sticks

X on my back, walk around like I'm a treasure map

Think he finna duck, we gon' hit him where his feathers at

Back in ninth grade Foamposites had the weather map

Glocky on us, bop sticks too, we don't ever lack

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Since you riding foreign, I'ma pull up, knock the Ruccis off you

Bougie than a bitch, might get buried in a Gucci coffin

We'll wrap him up, let it sing, up the Toosii on him

Real life Tony, fuck around and up the Uzi on him

Pushing EDDs, punching kicks at the same time

Linked up with Dev, take the reader down to KY

Dee quarantined and just sent twenty over FaceTime

Thinking he a ape, .223 hit his BAPE side

[Verse 4: OBN Dev]

I'ma walk in with debit cards but they ain't mine

I'm scamming niggas, making music, money at the same time

He got twenty dollars to his name but throw up gang signs

I can spend a ten and make it back all in the same night

I know where I'm not supposed to be so I got killers with me

I'll really play a rap nigga, don't try to come and get off with me

They said the scam methods in a drought but I still got plenty

I just seen a broke-ass on the ground tryna collect pennies

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Chops and embossers in the trunk, I'm with OBN

Think he balling, huh, send him up there with Kobe then

Made twenty off the Track.2s, I just wrote me ten

Bitch chose 'cause I'm a ShittyBoy, I told her blow me then

Glock with a fifty drum, I could play some tennis with it

In a foreign playing with the cheese, feel like a dentist with it

Lil' bro like Liu Kang with it, he like to finish niggas

OT tripping in a rental, bro just [?]

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

Saks Fifth, Neiman's, fucked around and I hit Bloomingdale’s

Explosive tips hit him in his head, we just sent dude to Hell

Flew here, not grew here, I got the zas through the mail

Woke up at 11:59, I made two by 12

If he reach for the Hutch piece, he's a dead guy

Curbside pick-up, me and Stan sitting at Best Buy

Three-five Sherblato gave me a head high

Green beam on it but we caught him at the red light