Anything
Robb Bank$, Wifisfuneral
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Ayy, pass me that, um, lil' soda Tryna go to the, tryna go to the store? They accept Apple Pay there Yeah, for real, we might have to go to the store 'Cause I need some more shit, need some water Need some booster love (Kehlani, hit my phone, I'm done) Water (Switch like OJ) Hahaha (I'm tryna take you on a date, you know what I'm sayin', candlelight Drip like André 3K, for real Ayy, Chris, we gon' roll up some weed?) Uh, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, yeah (Okay) Uh, uh, yeah (Okay, okay, okay) Uh, uh, yeah (woo) Uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh Uh, uh (Okay, okay, okay, okay) I pick up the cup (Okay, okay), go to Sicily Gave me Terrordome (Suck that dick), is you diggin' me? Better stop playin' wit' yo' nose (Yeah), you steady fidgetin' Then I ran off on the plug (Okay, okay), he ain't gettin' me I'ma ride a foreign down the interstate Hear that Demon roarin', rrah, rrah, I accelerate Molly on yo' tongue, huh, lick it off a dinner plate Valet rent-a-car, ate her out like a dinner date Suckin' that dick, you like it, yeah, you got that talent, uh, uh Baby, you can sit on my couch, I'ma put you in that casket, uh, uh Two star pipe job, bitch, I'ma take ya ass to that Valley (Sset, Sset) And our thots had tricks for the kid, put a nine to your wig and blast it I'm your daddy, bitch, I don't need you gettin' sassy (yuh, yuh) The Gucci made of snake, the FN made of plastic (Swear to God) Lil' baby 28, 36 the baddest I bought a B-M-dub, blue, I hate to crash it F*ck your bitch 'cause she the baddest Uh, new Tom Ford jacket Uh, it my swag, yeah they jackin' Uh, I'm your dad, get a spankin' I pick up the cup (Okay, okay), go to Sicily Gave me Terrordome (Suck that dick), is you diggin' me? Better stop playin' wit' yo' nose (Yeah), you steady fidgetin' Then I ran off on the plug (Okay, okay), he ain't gettin' me Pull up like we with all the smoke, just like a cigarette Lil' bitty bitch give me dome, uh, uh, my piece feeling it Hold like nine shots to his head, uh, uh, three Glocks getting it Yeah, nine shots to his head, what, what, three Glocks getting it Came through oppositions, 21 bitches Wrap my dick just like it Christmas Make it count, this shit drippin' Bank account, yeah this shit drippin' I just came up from the tomb, out her womb, I'm on shrooms Checkin' these bitches like Nike, you know how I swoosh And my mama ain't raise no bitch, lil' nigga, this Draco got a broom I might sweep a nigga right off his block, his body disappear by 2 Ooh, first .48 my vools Ooh, first .48 my vools, ooh Thought that the gang gone cool, cool Teardrop gang like boohoo F*ck your bitch 'cause she the baddest Uh, new Tom Ford jacket (yeah, yeah) Uh, it my swag, yeah they jackin' Uh, I'm your dad, get a spankin' I pick up the cup (Okay, okay), go to Sicily Gave me Terrordome (Suck that dick), is you diggin' me? Better stop playin' wit' yo' nose (Yeah), you steady fidgetin' Then I ran off on the plug (Okay, okay), he ain't gettin' me He ain't gettin' me Uh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, bitch nigga, mmm, mmm
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