Refined Robb Bank$

[Part I (Produced by Nuri)]

[Verse 1]
Baller blockin', chicks flapping they wings in the cockpit
I'd move them chickens to yo coop, but these crackers cock-blockin'
I'm chirpin', my niggas barkin' in St. Arthur, same Volvo
The way my bitch hair laid, might try 'er out for the dog show
Let my facial hair grow, on hiatus to the five star
That's where my bitch be living, she Based God in the kitchen
She want me to eat better, but I barely touched the plate
On vacay with my main, ain't even left were I stay
I'm South Florida foreva, I'm yellow xans foreva
And if them folks drop the charges, we can be together forever
Touch slow, fuck fast, money in my waistband
Feel my manicured hands, my accountant from the concentration camp
S.S., fo' months 'til we muhfuckin dead
I'm Babidi, you Majin Vegeta, I'll put some 'M's on yo head
Blowin' tobacco by the water, I don't even like the beach
With fuckin' sand covering our bodies, I feel like motherfuckin' Gaara (Lil' bitch)
And that ass like her Ferrari, you a stallion, hop up on that shit
Gallop, centaur
Girlfriend, it's horsepower
Made a net-worth off the jugg house in Savage ask him what he 'bout
Me, Montana and Kev, we just in yo hood, ridin' round
Black & Mild lace, so I take it to the face
All A.A laced, I'll sweat the lace front off of Azelia Banks
(Mm-mmm) Gimme kiss show KDia what she been missin'
When it's me, Juice and Purrp I'm fuckin' ten mo' women
Tryna eat, like you feedin' tube ass nigga
You stabbed yo' best friend in the back?
That's the Mangekyō in you nigga
I got the Chi-Chi from amigo
Shed moonlight to Son-Goku
And with all this Cell Camo, boy I feel like Nigo
Now bae, no games
I'm rich according to the gas tank
I thought I told you fuck niggas "We only breathe octane."
Pussy nigga, stop playing I got goons for these type of thangs
Lost yo' money and yo' bitch all when Basquiat came
(Lil bitch)