Lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Aye, aye, aye, nigga Nigga, I'm in a robot, jump out the face Put a hoe to sleep Put a pussy nigga in they place No, ain't nothing sweet I'm in LA like my name Reid Sign me to La Face Niggas go out like they J Reed They in Way Too Deep Yeah, I pour light, cause I'm heavy on the rich, nigga Air Bud something, how my dog's shootin' shit, nigga I'm made in Miami, say "period" when I hit, nigga Made her pause, walk in with my new broad, turn heads, nigga Need a table to talk to me in person I got Molly working I get surgical, a real surgeon Botch all of the work I got a picture of a pint of drank 'round my neck in a locket Give Ciara a body party Brighten up ya' future, probably [Chorus] I ain't no pussy ass nigga Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm a rapper, but I'm still a gorilla Dig what I'm sayin'? I'll whip ya' like the Thriller-Manilla Dig what I'm sayin'? Every toe in these Balenci's got blisters Dig what I'm sayin'? (Come on) [Verse 2: DRAM] Aye, I'm supposed to have nice things That's why I got these big ass chains and these diamond rings God damn, this spliff spicy as fuck I missed her, fuck her real good for one night and I'm done Everybody in the room pay attention when I'm rollin' one up Niggas can't believe they eyes, the shit is purple as fuck Man, I can't believe niggas is hurtin' for bud My whole life circulate around drugs I'm in the cut with a thick as woman It sound like mac and cheese, banana puddin' Thinkin' 'bout jackin' me? A nigga shouldn't Ya' mama taught you better, you bought to get a whoopin' [Chorus] I ain't no pussy ass nigga Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm a rapper, but I'm still a gorilla Dig what I'm sayin'? I'll whip ya' like the Thriller-Manilla Dig what I'm sayin'? Every toe in these Balenci's got blisters Dig what I'm sayin'? (Come on) [Verse 3: Tony Shhnow] ???, still got sticks how I'm playin' Yo' bitch a freak, eat dick with both hands These diamonds fresh up out the water, they got baptized Yo' bitch give me laptop, I give her hard drive Who you know on Billboard TikTok and don't have a TikTok? All my young niggas ballin' they can't hit a gym shot, yeah Don't like my bitch, see her friend, flip flop, yeah I'm punchin' tickets, Will Smith, Chris Rock I pulled more bitches than Biggie and Pac So much Bottega, man, my bitch really a op I got a shooter in here look like Static Shock They say "ain't no more money in this rap shit" Shit, I'm up right now, and I'm havin' it I twist my wrist in the kitchen like a hat trick I done did everything this year except a backflip Tony Shhnow, the Eskimo, buddy a bitch I can't fuck her for too long, I'll hurt the bitch You can't even come around me with that nervous shit 430, stand up like the army, call me "Sergeant Bricks" Why we ain't rob you? You ain't worth the lick My F&N my baby girl, I'm 'bout to burp this bitch I just bought a new chop, it got a wide range kick I'm pourin' different colors like a Power Ranger fit [Chorus] I ain't no pussy ass nigga Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm a rapper, but I'm still a gorilla Dig what I'm sayin'? I'll whip ya' like the Thriller-Manilla Dig what I'm sayin'? Every toe in these Balenci's got blisters Dig what I'm sayin'? (Come on)