Heartbreaker (London) Robb Bank$

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
First things first, miscommunication ain't no lie
So shut up nigga, ole' fuck nigga
The only thing gonna touch nigga is yourself nigga
When you see Robb Bank$ on sight
Man I'm playing with the pussy, I already know what they about
Man I see all they attentions on Panamera too
I make a nigga wanna swtich positions
I got doom with this bitch, And how she's been?
Past-tense, crazy I see that bitch a day later
Her eyes first, I size her up after, then she say "Hey stranger"
I take a glance, and I laugh cause of my outlook on the situation
She say I'm disappearing, never dealt a nigga like me
I ain't going abandon my city, let alone run from no pussy
Got a lot of paper, none with my name on it, another purple
But Richie could still read through you invisible
Boy I'll be damned if a bitch think they smarter than me
See your Broward college degree only left hand prints
Of steam on the porch window, perspiration on the seats
In other words man, I wasn't impressed man
We're the first and seconds I'm saying doing an oppression
Always gonna be acting like someone that you ain't
Y'all niggas tryna be someone that you ain't
At Paramount I make a movie, faint to Panameras to Dually
And if you making a scene you pretty much saying shoot me
Got these lame niggas putting bugs in your ass like Shino ho
Took a bitch on a date the other day to prom
Uno, dos, had a blonde bitch fighting to get to be a nigga
Two phone Tarantino