I’m That Nigga Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure
S.S. shit, nigga
Mind ya business
I'm gettin' head while the phone ring

[Hook]x2
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Still that nigga, still that nigga, still that nigga
I been that nigga, I been that nigga, I been that nigga
Oh that's yo' nigga? Oh that's yo' nigga?
Ho, fuck yo' nigga!

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Suck my whole D, I get on that booty like a pirate
Fire red 911, take a moment of silence
Asked for a .5 or a .6 so broke might feel bad, might front you a whole
Y'all got the wrong nigga, you seen what happen at that A$AP show
Goddamn, I might need a shot of prometh' straight
I take your bitch on a date
Down south tone, all downed in the attire
Got a dunk, on deuces, and only Broward touch the tires
Got a 20-aged Malaysian babe, got a daughter by the month of May
Dooney snort a molly with her just so she stay comfortable
Yeah I said yo' government in my song
Well, ain't that 'bout a bitch?
Ho niggas parting their lace fronts, talm' bout how they gon' split my wig, shit
(Y'all niggas pie!)
You a lie (lie!), and I understand why
You and your bitch been so comfy, and her pussy so fie
I'd be sleep too if I ain't sell out and come out of hibernation 'fore a nigga leap
Niggas put a dog face in they tee and try to act like they thoroughbred
I say turn the lights on, Savage looking for her
Corner store white tee, them bitches on the beach think I'm a fucking fashion icon, bitch
Salt water tears when I tell a bitch my real name
But woe, no complaints from over there
If she saw it look like my dick grew for a hundred years, bitch!