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[Hook: Robb Bank$]
Nigga, nigga
Run up, bet I keep my shit tucked
I'm too much, I'm too much
Keep playin', get yo main bitch fucked
Too much, I'm too much, I'm--
Please don't try me, pussy nigga
Don't press your luck
No I'm too much, I'm too much, I'm--
I fucked yo bitch on the xan, now she slumpt
Boy you too much, I'm too much, I'm too--
Bitch do I got your attention
Let me explain, you don't get it
You see my neck? That's your penchant
My savages stand at attention
Please get your ho out my mentions
Bench pressin', no, I'm never flexin'
Know it's me and Ricky, see the set list
No we too much, too much on these bitches

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
What a time (what a time)
To fucking die (fucking die)
Look at me (you see me)
Eye for an eye (yeah that's me)
Nigga lost yo shine (yeah it's gone)
Boy, look at mine (yeah it's on)
Yeah, solar flare (oh my god)
Yeah, you might go blind
If you look at my chain--
Nigga I want yo main to come make it yeah
Crackers gon' drop the case when I spray at you
Bitch I ball like I'm Kobe, I'm Laker'd up
That mean 24/8, your bitch laying up
I might fly Gunner out just to flick me up
Neji Hyuga the way that I stick em' up
Pussy all on my plate and I lick it up
Seen her best friend and I blew a kiss at her
Might fuse your [?]
Boy I'ma kill you, play round in your blunt
Say that's your bitch but I don't give a fuck
I bend that ho over, blow all in her butt
Who taught these boys how to stunt? (who?)
It's Maison Martin or Lawrence (who?)
Phone a machine ain't no Florence
Double S, Red Ribbon Army

[Hook: Robb Bank$]

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Let me take you there
Let me get you off
Say she want a pic (bet)
Came through with my dog
I ain't get ya text
I ain't get ya call
Star 69, who the fuck gon' check the Phone? (bitch!)
Guess who back in this bitch and he on his shit
Got yo ho playin' ball, I head crack the bitch
No her Margiela shirt on, boy she just skinny
Money 6'1', should of got a scholarship
You might pick up some game if you follow me
In 9th grade I hit licks in the Dollar Tree
We had beef, yo ho probably would side with me
I'ma scream CJ name til that nigga free
Parade in this bitch, I need a float
These boys tryna lynch me, I went and bought a rope
These boys tryna Cell me cause my last name Goku
Dirt on my name, I came back with a sword
Ain't learn how to swim cause you know I'm the boat
Ain't a Samsung, I don't go underwater
But that pussy wet so I might dip my toe
If I ain't respond back then your pussy is broke

[Hook: Robb Bank$]

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