Nauseous ​wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$

[Intro: wifisfuneral]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They like, one time, they like, one time
Yeah, ooh, yeah, uh

[Chorus: wifisfuneral]
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin' (Yeah, uh)
Sippin' on drank, nauseous
Drop the top of the coupe, topless
And I'm wit' a bad bitch, flawless
When I'm all up in the crowd, moshpit
Said he runnin' up the bands, that's nonsense
I just ran 50 bands, that's profit
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'
This dick come with a fee, no talkin'

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Niggas stole my style, copy (Facts)
Am I finna do the Lamb' or the 'Rari?
Bad Blasian ho, pussy on wasabi
Got her toes curled up like calamari
Nintendo bitch wanna play my Atari
Big joystick, take your pick, new cartridge
Big gun talkin back, I do not argue
I cannot spoil you
See what that raw do, this dick gon' appall you
His or hers
Fuck your bitch and steal her purse
Cheap ho, she Michael Kors
Called her back and sang a chorus
She forgave me and she yours
Pull up, I swing my door
Drinkin' on syrup when I'm bored (Yeah)
Wake up and fuck your whore
Pillow, open the door