Part 1
[Robb Banks]
Yuh
Woo, woo, woo, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, uh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, yuh
Let's go, uh, oo, woo, woo
Uh, let's go
I got Nuri, yuh, uh, yuh, uh, uh
Yuh, yuh, you dig
Uh, yuh, rah, woo, woo, woo, woo
SSET, uh, SSET, uh
SSET, uh, SSET, uh, uh, uh
SSET, rah, SSET, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Gang, let's go
[Robb Banks]
I could drive your bitch 'round in the Aston (yuh), Martin (yuh)
I was just in first class off a Percocet (yuh), nauseous (yuh)
You gon' suck my dick until you throw up (yuh), barf it (SSET)
She gon' hit my phone all night and I ain't gon' (brr) call back (yuh)
Twenty sack, thirty sack (yuh), hit a nigga phone (yuh)
Nigga, you the biggest cap talkin' to these hoes (yuh)
I ain't with the chit chat, I cock it back and blow (yuh, yuh)
Break her like a Kit Kat, I split her up in 4s (brr, let's go)
[Robb Banks]
I'm in Dream Mode (yuh), I'm in Dream Mode (yuh)
I'm in Dream Mode (yuh, yuh), I'm in Beast Mode (yuh, SSET)
Fuckin' on pink toe (SSET), what the fuck you mean, ho (shoot)
Paper on me like Kinko (ah, ah, you dig)
[Robb Banks]
Chinese, backflips (yuh), nigga, check your atlas (ah, yuh, yuh)
Oriental bitches, I had worldwide passion (yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go)
Japanese, bad vibes (let's go), Lebanese, smash out (cha ching)
Ate a Chinese ho out (let's get it), now Cantonese my language (let's get it, let's get it, go)
They gon' need your background (tuh), nigga, check my background (yuh, huh)
Wanna lay your mans down (yuh, tuh), shot whoever in the background (grr, grr, grr)
On private jets now (yuh), Mean Girls my bitch now (SSET, SSET, SSET)
Weather girl, her tits wild (SSET), I made her fetch, ow (you dig)
[ Robb Banks]
I don't get it, not at all, 'cause I get it all
Take a picture, yeah, gone 'cause I'ma spill strong
Ain't no pressure (yuh), nah, nah, no, not at all (yuh)
I'm your leader, Griffith (yuh), Band of the Hawk (yuh, tuh)
[ Robb Banks]
Hawk, uh, yuh, Hawk, yuh
Uh, uh, ah ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, yuh
Yuh, uh, you dig, brr, uh, uh, you dig
Uh, uh, you dig, brr, you dig, brr, uh, uh, uh
Part 2
[Robb Banks]
You dig
[Ski Mask The Slump God]
Guns up in designer denim (what, what), I think they be Ksubis (ho-wee)
Your bitch Icky Vicky (ho-wee), that hoe got the cooties (ho-wee)
Only time that I would touch her (ho-wee), when I give her noogies (ho-wee)
Either that or when I'm tryna rub off one my boogies (ho-wee)
Yuh
[Robb Banks]
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
[Robb Banks]
Been in Mulsanne, top tear, mm, I ain't got an opp that I fear, mm
Big gun like I shoot deer, and I got your bitch talkin' off my ear, ooh
Ring, ring, pick up, "Who this?", ten thousand dollar toe ring so I can kick the drip
We done make your momma cry, gang, 430 Tears
Bitch, I been the man, I don't wanna switch gears
Go, make your momma talk shit, on folks
Boss status, still can't stunt my growth
And I'm in traffic with the drip, woah
Nigga play with us, he get his ass
Cloverfield
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