[Intro: DJ Sean Bang]
Y'all niggas be thuggin' in your tweets
Sweet in the streets. I don't get it!
What's really good?
Y'all niggas really getting it how you say you getting it?
Y'all niggas really trappin'?
Y'all niggas think this shit a game? It ain't
We trying to get rich out here nigga
You got money or naw? You trying to get money?
You trying to get money, keep your muthafuckin' mouth shut
Mind your own muthafuckin' business
Stop @'ing niggas, If you gon' @ a nigga
Smack a nigga when you see him? Ight?
[Verse 1: Robb Banks]
Chris Brown, Drake niggas throwing around bottled up emotions
Got your main on call bitch, Two Phone Shawty
Sending straight to the point messages
I ain't finessing your bitch with pussy ass Emoji's
Real country boy I never rode a subway
But my thumb in your bitch waistband
Like she sponsored by Subway
SS niggas we Nazis, shit, boy we got names for your ho
She took one look, and knew we had money
So how you gon say that the bank gone broke?
I can tell that you started from the bottom, you still ass nigga
Same clothes everyday, cartoon ass nigga
I made shit move nigga like you mad, cause
Your daddy new job offer made you change schools, my nigga
Y'all boys look offended, shit, 2013, goons wearing dresses
So if you really be in the trap house then why we can't address it?
I'm Ray Charles with it, employee I don't even see the keys
And a lot of recipes done been through this kitchen boy
But I ain't ever smelled pie, need to get your mind right bitch
I seen your bitch, and all her friends standing by the entrance
I was in the VIP, shit, Shikamaru trying to get attached
To her silhouette, I got a new bitch
But you know her as your girlfriend, let me guess
You wrestling with your emotions
And I'm pushing you over the edge
Just think with your head my nigga
I pull out that sledgehammer
You and me is different pedigrees
And I got a spell like [?]
Y'all niggas be thuggin' in your tweets
Sweet in the streets. I don't get it!
What's really good?
Y'all niggas really getting it how you say you getting it?
Y'all niggas really trappin'?
Y'all niggas think this shit a game? It ain't
We trying to get rich out here nigga
You got money or naw? You trying to get money?
You trying to get money, keep your muthafuckin' mouth shut
Mind your own muthafuckin' business
Stop @'ing niggas, If you gon' @ a nigga
Smack a nigga when you see him? Ight?
[Verse 1: Robb Banks]
Chris Brown, Drake niggas throwing around bottled up emotions
Got your main on call bitch, Two Phone Shawty
Sending straight to the point messages
I ain't finessing your bitch with pussy ass Emoji's
Real country boy I never rode a subway
But my thumb in your bitch waistband
Like she sponsored by Subway
SS niggas we Nazis, shit, boy we got names for your ho
She took one look, and knew we had money
So how you gon say that the bank gone broke?
I can tell that you started from the bottom, you still ass nigga
Same clothes everyday, cartoon ass nigga
I made shit move nigga like you mad, cause
Your daddy new job offer made you change schools, my nigga
Y'all boys look offended, shit, 2013, goons wearing dresses
So if you really be in the trap house then why we can't address it?
I'm Ray Charles with it, employee I don't even see the keys
And a lot of recipes done been through this kitchen boy
But I ain't ever smelled pie, need to get your mind right bitch
I seen your bitch, and all her friends standing by the entrance
I was in the VIP, shit, Shikamaru trying to get attached
To her silhouette, I got a new bitch
But you know her as your girlfriend, let me guess
You wrestling with your emotions
And I'm pushing you over the edge
Just think with your head my nigga
I pull out that sledgehammer
You and me is different pedigrees
And I got a spell like [?]
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