[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Baller blockin', chicks flapping they wings in the co*kpit
I'd move them chickens to yo coop, but these crackers co*k-blockin'
I'm chirpin', my n***as barkin' in St. Arthur, same Volvo
The way my b**h hair layered, might try 'er out for the dog show
Let my facial hair grow, on hiatus to the five star
That's where my b**h be living, she Based God in the kitchen
She want me to eat better, but I barely touched the plate
On vacay with my main, ain't even left were I stay
I'm South Florida foreva, I'm yellow xans foreva
And if them folks drop the charges, we can be together forever
Touch slow, f** fast, money in my waistband
Feel my manicured hands, my accountant from the concentration camp
S.S., fo' months 'til we muhf**in dead
I'm Babidi, you Majin Vegeta, I'll put some 'M's on yo head
Blowin' tobacco by the water, I don't even like the beach
With f**in' sand covering our bodies, I feel like muhf**ing Gaara (Lil' b**h)
And that a** like her Ferrari, you a stallion, hop up on that sh**
Gallop, centaur
Girlfriend, it's horsepower
Made a net-worth off the jugg house in Savage ask him what he 'bout
Me, Montana and Kev, we just in yo hood, ridin' round
Black & Mild lace, so I take it to the face
All A.A laced, I'll sweat the lace front off of Azelia Banks
(Mm-mmm) Gimme kiss show KDia what she been missin'
When it's me, Juice and Purrp I'm f**in' ten mo' women
Tryna eat, like you feedin' tube a** n***a
You stabbed yo' best friend in the back?
That's the MangekyÅ in you n***a
I got the Chi-Chi from amigo
Shed moonlight to Son-Goku
And with all this Cell Camo, boy I feel like Nigo
Now bae, no games
I'm rich according to the gas tank
I thought I told you f** n***as "We only breathe octane."
p**y n***a, stop playing I got goons for these type of thangs
Lost yo' money and yo' b**h all when Basquiat came
(Lil b**h)
[Hook 8x]
I'm finer than yo' b**h, hah
And s** my f**in' dick, boy
[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
I say, "Ask 'em what he 'bout."
These fashion thugs'll never wear me out
You ain't live, I fashioned myself as the best rapper alive
It's the Savage, reincarnate
Swordfish, South Florida
Savage Life
Wish a ho n***a would cross that border
And I'm back puffin' on canna-b, you know "a year" mean a week
SesshÅmaru p**y, I did it all single-handedly
Look at the time, a n***a got famous over night
Laughing at 'cho Robitussin lean, as I sippeth my Sprite
f** n***as on my mind? I got one-two many
So I turn to Disney Channel and think of what I’d do to Demi
And boy shoutout to my Raiders
n***a, Purrp and Simmie
And I'll sweat the f** out yo' weave, b**h but only if it's Remy
I need a, project b**h, with a, eighteen-inch sew-in
That I can pull when I give her this infinite
sh**, count that in inches
Put a fo' in that lemon-lime, or a six
And add about two mo' of them sh**s, lil b**h
Robb Bank$, Illuminati
And I’m loadin' up Kamehameha Waves in the clip of my K
Triple-six, I’m atheist
You thinking “What did he just say?"
Good
Tryna remove all you dumb n***as from my f**in' fan-base
b**h, I walk around North Lauderdale, like "f** err'body!"
Added my lil twist, but ain't no age on this money
Boi you f** around with them folks, that's how Haze got his a** smoked
And what the f** you p**y a** n***as know 'bout bein' broke?!
I can't relate, I'm trying to get more in touch with my fan base
Cause I know a lot of these poor jits is saying, "Robb Bank$ is just scrait"
"Come again?"
What I tell my Spanish lady when she speak that Daddy Yankee to my dogs
Her name "Kilo", her sister name "8-ball"
We can P.O.V if you turn up that MJG and take that a** out
Why they call em "8-balls" if they don't bounce?
All roses ain't red
And if they violets, why the f** is them sh**s blue?
Boi, I'm burning purple flowers I'm finna' pa** that ho to you
Cause I shouldn't be this high
Boi, I got sh** to do
Sixty pills that I got to sell and I can't get my b**h out the pool
Cause she ain't never been to the islands or popped a Blue Dolphin
So she think I'm Aquaman when I f** her a** in that water
Caught a body on my old jag, went back to the car show
Dressed in Carharrt Michigan
f** Big Sean though (p**y)
Ya lil' b**h
Boi, s** my f**ing dick
I bet she say "Sure" to me
And I swerve when she use her teeth
Ketchup
Marmalade and bu*ter all up on my bread
That’s blood, copper and gold all mixed in with my money
Dopeboy pic
Flick me up while I’m still stuntin'
In that whip that I had yo b**h
My n***a, she pop the Plan-B when I'm f**in', n***a
[Bridge]
"Fine, fine."
I say it twice to emphasize you boys is pie-pie
Put it on my mama, p**y n***a, I’ll take ya life-life
I said "I'm finer than my b**h"
She wanna live that Savage Life, so I knew that b**h was fine
(Lil' b**h)
Bank$ like to drank
Bank$ like to smoke
Bank$ finna po' the Qualitest on his 'Ports
Smoking and I'm sippin' at the same damn time
Ashley say I’m actin brand new
Damn right b**h, now I'm fine
[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]
And if I see a number I don't know, that means they want somethin’ from me
That means you stopped f**in’ wit me, so you ain't gettin money, boi
I decline my past, turn the TV on and Ash
Might laugh while a n***a keep up wit the life of Ash
Said "I made it" when I started DMin err'day wit Cadie
Jus had mo' to speak on when she said she ain't keeping the baby
It's all gravy, wasn’t no thang but a chicken wing
Cause I done made birds fly, fiends love Popeyes
Y'all know what I do
Well, y'all know what I did, bruh
Hangin' on the roof like Bishop
Dolo, if you don count Juuce
I'm in Margate wit' my family
Boy, my hood is like a planet
If I send some 8-balls to Frieza, I bet he won't come back to Namek
I'm King Cold, bottles of King Cobra in the cooler
Roll a dutch, you smokin' L's
Boy, you a muhf**in' loser
Chocolate tree wrap, mixed with Canada Northern Lights
Broccoli when the smoke leave the lip of that mocha
My b**h, she playin' Soca
Said she ain't like it 'til she was older
'Round twenty-eleven then we cop the douja from her friend
b**h, show me love and a peace sign, get punani in the Benz
Last I talked to her and when
Now she complainin' to her friend
'Bout how she always first to hit me up when it's time to f**
I tell 'er "Vibe.", Vybz Kartel, lightin' up
Bathin' in cake soap, with a tub full of money
And this new b**h p**y too nice, like it want somethin' from me
Keep it Down South wit' them mollies, boy I don't f** around
And only a ho put another ho's name in they mouth
Now my ex-b**h too friendly, say she wanna get back wit' me
But ho I know when you kissin' Robb Bank$ and when you kissin' Richard, b**h
[Bridge]
[Outro]
...She wanted something more than "just us"
But moanin' that loud ain't doing me no justice...
Y'all forgot what real n***as look like, huh?