Robb Bank$ - Buy It (January) lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] I tell 'em stop bullsh**tin' on a real n***a Civil upbringing but you pushing me to k** n***as Tylenol with that codeine, ho that be my peer pressure Still a pretty b**h I do my dreads at the hair dresser Yeah that life im still bout it, smang yo b**h then im out it Still sippin' on that drowsy and that Range still cloudy huh f** boys ain't even allowed around me huh Im just sayin' you n***as ain't even much a challenge nah Im talkin' bout these d** more than I used to And I got a little more confidence than usual My b**h look like a black Barbie, n***a im a Ken doll Breath smellin' like filet mignon and menthols Prometh blunts on my plate full of regrets Porcelain suicide girl posing like Alysha Nett I purgator on a slore after im on top of her With jazz playing in the back like Cinemax erotica All my hoes got accents like they from The Tudors And I dont wear Supreme cause im trynna be like Odd Future So get a even burn on that blizzy and dont skip me All my b**hes double call em Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny [Hook 1] Now is you bout it? Then be about it, bout it I wish all you n***as flex but I doubt it, doubt it Blame my age group if im being childish, childish Now blow my load in yo b**h mouth and I bet she down it, down it I'm clownin' but my fans like it These hoes mad cause I keep who im f**in' private Got a price up on your head then b**h I buy it, buy it Got some money on your head then b**h I buy it, buy it [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Got oriential sippin bubble tea and eating Hi-Chew An Ash Ketchum snapback, super potion and a Raichu 50 floors up in a loft with bad intentions Half naked on the balcony screaming out presence Lil b**h [Break] [Hook 2] Bout it Bout it, all my n***as we bout it bout it Yeah, we bout it bout it, all my n***as stay bout it bout it We bout it bout it, all my n***as be bout it bout it Bout it bout it, so the f** you talking bout b**h Yeah yeah, sure sure sure (Where your b**hes at?) Bout it all my n***as be bout it bout it [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] And I get 250 off a zip, Billy loading up the clip Copped them red monkeys from my blood, and that n***a off blues, used to bang crip And you fronting me some sticks, and some straws so I can sip And them bricks, but a week after I had them pigs run through my crib Learned that love ain't what it used to be And n***as talk about what they ain't about And that white girls are like superheroes And ain't sh** safe in a safe house I may pour you some nugs out my bag Or hand you a loosey out of my pack But it's still savage life so a restaurant, still fold my napkin into my lap I'm with my girl at an opera, sipping out of a flask Embarra**ed her a** cuz a n***a made it rain from the stands Lay that towel on the sand And she won't let me finger f** her on her period Like I never had blood on my hands, b**h And I bet you n***as is still serving tree, not me My trap holding some ovcons, some ecstasies, and some oxys Yeah, that ovo and that xo Play the weeknd while I write false checks But we roll that dragon fruit And breathing in the p**y hair on Venus X [Hook 2] [Verse 4: Robb Bank$] Now is you bout it bout it South Florida get rowdy rowdy Shouts out if you got it got it Pour me up and I down it down it Hard to pronounce it nouce it With these golds in my mouth n***a Heard you got some gold up on yo head, yeah you meowth n***a Yeah, is you bout it bout it (x2) All my n***as be bout it bout So the f** you hollering bout b**h Heard your b**h about it bout it Whip out and she ride it ride it Yeah, she gon ride it ride it So is you bout it? Yeah is you bout it? (x2) What you talking bout b**h? Yeah is you bout it? Is you bout it? [Verse 5: Robb Bank$] I be that pretty motherf**er Down south what I'm repping And that's born and raised I ain't repping it cuz I like the music from all them n***as I'm dressed in actual pain, pulling 187's My b**h bumping Blu Cantrell I say I'm oriental in a red kimono Trying to help me get my blue belt (CORAL SPRINGS) And I ain't trying to catch your f** n***a syndrome Drank so much cough syrup, built up my immune system I sold my IS for half a dime to this little n***a And copped some paul bearers like the undertaker in 95 lil n***a Yeah, golden rubbers in your denim pockets But I got fat stacks stuffed in the pockets of these chinos My emo b**h copped that hot topic fishnet in euros Cop both pancakes then I drown em out with all that syrup And I'm playing Nas with a Nazz, And I'm holding something so n***a don't tempt me Black skully like Double D, hitting licks like Ed Edd N' Eddy I'm spirited away off this blunt, with a princess mononoke And you broke n***as got your hands out, like no face [Hook 2]