Robbin Banks

(álbum: Hoes + Money Makes Me Happy - 2016)

Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Yeah, its young Duwap Kaine coming straight from the trap
Watchu thought this was?

Ak-47 go and knock them out
My niggas make plays with the snub-off
Why these niggas bitching, man your baby mama tripping
Crack pipe burning, I be cooling in the kitchen
Seven plays, watch me make the play
Watch that.30 spray, oh aye
I been toking K's since the, oh aye

Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Sipping lean, sipping codeine its the same thing
On the block, yeah I'm on the block
I'm a dope fiend
Counting money, countin up the green
It's a daily thing
Put a drum right up on my pistol
Imma make it rain
Who a lame? Bitch I ain't no lame
You so fucking lame
Talking shit but, we took your bitch
Then we ran a train
You is square, like a gamecube
But this not no game
Trap phone booming
"Hello"
Bout' to hit a lick
In your house, we zooming (Skrt Skrt)
Take up all your shit
Young nigga did it (Always)
Yeah I did it first
Sneak dissing on me, you end up in the hearse
20 for a verse, bitch I got on merch
Yeah we in a race
You in last, I'm in first
Try to waste my time but, you cannot waste my time
Cause I be on the grind, boy these niggas outta line
Y'all niggas fake, so fu to me
You can't tote no tool, give that tool to me
Flexing for your niggas, that's not cool to me
That's not cool at all