Byrd Fight

Album cover art for "Byrd Fight" by Robb Bank$

Robb Bank$ - Rap

Byrd Fight

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Yea, yea, yea, yea yea Yea, see really I'm the big dog I don't bark, I just bite! Grr, yea, grr! Might get a growl, that's it Might get a growl Just a growl The dog don't bite unless you ask You gon suck the dick then suck it fast Yea, bitch! (Hook): Lemme see what yo vest like, chest like (Yuh, yuh) .223 rip right through anyone in sight (Yuh, yuh) Do you need a little insight? I was down bad, earned stripes Seventeen, two strikes [?] my face cause frost bites [?] [Verse]: Taste good, smell right Heard that pussy, ugh, mwuah! And I walk in Margiela's [?] Ashes turn to ashеs but Charmanders do evolve right? (SSET) Pokеball felt itchy off my Misty so I went ghost type Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, yea, bird fight (Rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh) Pidgeot, Pidgeotto, Articuno all ice Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! Now let's shoot it up, gun fight (Bow bow bow) Big Glocks or small nines, I don't care cause I shoot mine How you fuck niggas try to claim 430 and ya ass don't even know what jail like? I'm rich I don't know what no bail like Bond money on deck, I shuffle mine Every diamond you see, I punch for mine Got dope in the car and a dime, right? And I ain't telling that its stolen if 12 behind me I swerved out with no tail lights (Hook): Lemme see what yo vest like, chest like .223 rip right through anyone in sight Do you need a little insight? I was down bad, earned strikes Seventeen, two strikes [?] my face cause frost bites [?] [Verse 2]: Whoo, whoo, whoo whoo! You know I microwave all the dope Light all my blunts on the stove Real trap house bitch, whatchu on? All my beats sound like '04 Big Meech all the money I gross She'll fuck you, you and you the hoe gross I keep two .22s in my home You need a ratchet, bitch I'm the depot Niggas clown, yea, fish Nemo All faneto, call hot diesel Uh, scrub the ground bitch, hands on ya knees hoe Got stick like a wish that's [?] 10-4, 10-4 calling all the hoes Tell em FEMTO back and he came in for blood (Hook): Lemme see what yo vest like, chest like .223 rip right through anyone in sight Do you need a little insight? I was down bad, earned stripes Seventeen, two strikes [?] my face cause frost bites [?]

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Credits

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  • Robb Bank$
  • Oogie Mane