[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Yeah, Yeah, shoutout to them Flatbush fuck niggas too
Meech is dead too, that little Aladdin lookin' ass nigga
Fuck boy, I told you my shit right
And ho suck my fucking dick
Cause bitch I ain't never been a fucking lick for sipping drank
Cause I serve it for them posers up on the strip
And I quit my job so I can rap, ain't have enough sick days for this trip
Quit popping jiggas' cause my plug told me if I sell em' I could make brick
Copped a cannabis card from the A-A bitch yeah the one in the leotard
So me and my trendy bitch gon' get trippy once I get her ass this green card
I left some work with my dog in that 7-5-4
Ain't bout' killing a pussy nigga since Lansky got roped
Bitch you still selling weed I'm bout' to start selling clothes
And my mind ain't been the same since Miguel ain't make it home
And bitch I'm sitting on some bricks why you think I got three piggies in my cribby?
And these bitches going in heat when they peep that Rottweiler Givenchy
So on my leper scale I'm weighing grams to put in this Dutch Master
You try to be Taylored with them papers, watch them burn faster
So you better shotgun or you ain't finna' get your turn after
Well I light my blunt with the flame, while niggas gay laughing
[Hook]
And bitch I'm straight
I don't mind cause bitch I'm high, yeah I'm high
Take one hit then get fried but bitch I'm fine, yeah I'm fine
So pick me up bitch take a photo, ask questions like you trollo
And we only breath that octane
That's the motto nigga W.O.B.O
Screaming W.O.B.O. yeah we blowed, yeah we turnt', yeah we high
Look at my eyes bitch I'm fried
But I'm still fine, I'm still fine
Still finer than your bitch, yeah I'm fine, yeah I'm fine
I bet yo bitch wanna ride yeah I'm fine, yeah I'm fine, bitch
Yeah, Yeah, shoutout to them Flatbush fuck niggas too
Meech is dead too, that little Aladdin lookin' ass nigga
Fuck boy, I told you my shit right
And ho suck my fucking dick
Cause bitch I ain't never been a fucking lick for sipping drank
Cause I serve it for them posers up on the strip
And I quit my job so I can rap, ain't have enough sick days for this trip
Quit popping jiggas' cause my plug told me if I sell em' I could make brick
Copped a cannabis card from the A-A bitch yeah the one in the leotard
So me and my trendy bitch gon' get trippy once I get her ass this green card
I left some work with my dog in that 7-5-4
Ain't bout' killing a pussy nigga since Lansky got roped
Bitch you still selling weed I'm bout' to start selling clothes
And my mind ain't been the same since Miguel ain't make it home
And bitch I'm sitting on some bricks why you think I got three piggies in my cribby?
And these bitches going in heat when they peep that Rottweiler Givenchy
So on my leper scale I'm weighing grams to put in this Dutch Master
You try to be Taylored with them papers, watch them burn faster
So you better shotgun or you ain't finna' get your turn after
Well I light my blunt with the flame, while niggas gay laughing
[Hook]
And bitch I'm straight
I don't mind cause bitch I'm high, yeah I'm high
Take one hit then get fried but bitch I'm fine, yeah I'm fine
So pick me up bitch take a photo, ask questions like you trollo
And we only breath that octane
That's the motto nigga W.O.B.O
Screaming W.O.B.O. yeah we blowed, yeah we turnt', yeah we high
Look at my eyes bitch I'm fried
But I'm still fine, I'm still fine
Still finer than your bitch, yeah I'm fine, yeah I'm fine
I bet yo bitch wanna ride yeah I'm fine, yeah I'm fine, bitch
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