SpaceGhostPurrp - Refined lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Baller blockin', chicks flapping they wings in the co*kpit I'd move them chickens to yo coop, but these crackers co*k-blockin' I'm chirpin', my n***as barkin' in St. Arthur, same Volvo The way my b**h hair layered, might try 'er out for the dog show Let my facial hair grow, on hiatus to the five star That's where my b**h be living, she Based God in the kitchen She want me to eat better, but I barely touched the plate On vacay with my main, ain't even left were I stay I'm South Florida foreva, I'm yellow xans foreva And if them folks drop the charges, we can be together forever Touch slow, f** fast, money in my waistband Feel my manicured hands, my accountant from the concentration camp S.S., fo' months 'til we muhf**in dead I'm Babidi, you Majin Vegeta, I'll put some 'M's on yo head Blowin' tobacco by the water, I don't even like the beach With f**in' sand covering our bodies, I feel like muhf**ing Gaara (Lil' b**h) And that a** like her Ferrari, you a stallion, hop up on that sh** Gallop, centaur Girlfriend, it's horsepower Made a net-worth off the jugg house in Savage ask him what he 'bout Me, Montana and Kev, we just in yo hood, ridin' round Black & Mild lace, so I take it to the face All A.A laced, I'll sweat the lace front off of Azelia Banks (Mm-mmm) Gimme kiss show KDia what she been missin' When it's me, Juice and Purrp I'm f**in' ten mo' women Tryna eat, like you feedin' tube a** n***a You stabbed yo' best friend in the back? That's the Mangekyō in you n***a I got the Chi-Chi from amigo Shed moonlight to Son-Goku And with all this Cell Camo, boy I feel like Nigo Now bae, no games I'm rich according to the gas tank I thought I told you f** n***as "We only breathe octane." p**y n***a, stop playing I got goons for these type of thangs Lost yo' money and yo' b**h all when Basquiat came (Lil b**h) [Hook 8x] I'm finer than yo' b**h, hah And s** my f**in' dick, boy [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] 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 Sesshōmaru 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?