Crunchtime Robb Bank$

[Bridge : Robb Bank$]
Niggas drinkin' Hi-Tech while i sip the Actavis
Why you snappin so hard? Yeah, Art of savage bitch!
Keep a bad yellow bitch with that nine above her clit
Know it's yards not inches when you measure my dick!


[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
I pull up piped up and I fuck on your bitch
I been had money since I was a jit
And ain't nothin funny you can get it off the rip
Nigga right over left, keep a stone in my set
Say YOTS money, bring it back from the dead
Fuck a Haitian bitch put the woo on my dick
Let her chew on that dick
Nigga who on they dick?
Fuck do you mean, cause you on my dick
I can send a hit, then i throw the gun away
I done got straight nigga get up out my face
I put you to shame, boy stay in yo' place
And I brought the mike at the westside play
And boy i swear these niggas is lame
I been on this savage life shit everyday
I don't give a fuck what you say
I fucked every bitch from the explore page
Fuck nigga, hol' up, roll up
Phone, i got it sewed up
I po' fo's in sodas, pistol in the holster
Put my neck on polar, did it for the culture
I with a young Bulma, on molly at Ultra
I'm finna fuck yo hoe and get all up in her head
BSO tapped my phone, talk the juice on collect
Nigga read the fine print on the fucking blueprint
Best seller, no re-issue not a re-print
Could give a nigga false sentence, but i'd do it all again
Got a Pidgeotto and .44's in the Benz
Ready get set, come fuck with the set
Nigga made me upset i push YOTS back again, cunt
Forming sword art with the mind games, nigga
And i ride around and listen to the Sade, nigga
I fucked her, her and her, watch me operate the system
And I put it to yo head like a instant transmission, bitch!