2Much Robb Bank$

[Hook: Robb Bank$]
Nigga, nigga
Run up, bet I keep my shit tucked
I'm too much, I'm too much
Keep playin', get yo main bitch fucked
Too much, I'm too much, I'm--
Please don't try me, pussy nigga
Don't press your luck
No I'm too much, I'm too much, I'm--
I fucked yo bitch on the xan, now she slumpt
Boy you too much, I'm too much, I'm too--
Bitch do I got your attention
Let me explain, you don't get it
You see my neck? That's your pension
My savages stand at attention
Please get your ho out my mentions
Bench pressin', no, I'm never flexin'
Know it's me and Ricky, see the set list
No we too much, too much on these bitches

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
What a time (what a time)
To fucking die (fucking die)
Look at me (you see me)
Eye for an eye (yeah that's me)
Nigga lost yo shine (yeah it's gone)
Boy, look at mine (yeah it's on)
Yeah, solar flare (oh my god)
Yeah, you might go blind
If you look at my chain--
Nigga I want yo main to come make it yeah
Crackers gon' drop the case when I spray at you
Bitch I ball like I'm Kobe, I'm Laker'd up
That mean 24/8, your bitch laying up
I might fly Gunner out just to flick me up
Neji Hyuga the way that I stick em' up
Pussy all on my plate and I lick it up
Seen her best friend and I blew a kiss at her
Might fusion up with a gun
Boy I'ma kill you, play round in your blood
Say that's your bitch but I don't give a fuck
I bend that ho over, blow all in her butt
Who taught these boys how to stunt? (who?)
It's Maison Martin or Lawrence (who?)
Phone a machine ain't no Florence
Double S, Red Ribbon Army