Attack of the Ex’s (Interlude) Robb Bank$

[Verse 1]
I never wanted your ass in the first place
Last time a pussy nigga tried to race, he ain't even make third place
Your girlfriend spoke at my birthday
Said she honored that I let her learn me
Five star, Michelin, I’m a general
I make all the waiters take surveys
Know that I did that
Nigga, I bent your corner, I spint your bitch
Five star, I'ma stunt in the big 'Bach
I’ll smash off on you, then flash my wrist
I adventure with a thot like Sinbad
Tell that ho sit back, lay up, kick back, bitch
Nigga, your brother been dead for some months
How thе fuck you still ain't get no get?

[Chorus]
Nigga, you'd probably rat when I chеat on my bitches
Type nigga probably live with his sister
Type nigga probably lie and be tender
Type nigga wanna beef 'bout women
Nigga, my main, my side bitch textin'
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
It get surgical, it get treacherous
I be curvin' 'em, I be bendin'
Nigga, my main ho, side bitch textin’
This shit feel like Attack of the Exes
I need first whenever they turn besties
Lil’ threesomes, throw me 'fore we in it (For real)
Cloud the watch, baby, cloud the necklace
And tell your girlfriend she need a breath mint
How you such a G, but still a gentleman?
I got your lil’ BM in a blender