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shootout xd - robb bank$ lyrics

[intro]
i’m working on dying
roll the blunt james, please, bruh
thank you, my brother
ya digg, green hearted
woo, woo, woo
let’s get it
woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
uh, uh, uh, uh, spread my wings
uh, uh, uh, uh, get my lane
yeah, that’s what it is, n-gga
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
for real, okay

[chorus 1: robb bank$]
opp on sight, shoot a n-gga (yeah)
cops outside, shootin’ n-ggas (brr brr)
baby momma outside, shoot a n-gga (brr)
why you walkin’ with your chop? shoot a n-gga (brr brr)
if you on trial, shoot a n-gga (brr brr)
all my n-ggas doin’ time, shoot a n-gga (brr)
see a b-tch you don’t like, shoot a n-gga (yeah)
got two guns on me like tomb raider (yeah)

[post-chorus 1: robb bank$]
i’ma do the benz, no ‘rari (rah, yeah, yeah)
i’ma do the benz, no ‘rari (rah, yeah, yeah)
i’ma do the benz, no ‘rari (rah, rah)
i’ma do the benz, no ‘rari (fact, yeah, yeah)
yeah, 2phoneshawty green hearted (ya digg)
green beam, i’ma hit my target (bow)
got a hundred bands in my pockets
and i got your b-tch on molly (rah, rah, rah)

[verse 1: robb bank$]
and i got your b-tch off molly (facts, yuh)
top notch spill, no stylist (yuh)
got a hundred round drum my closet (yuh)
got the gucci smellin’ like gunpowder (yuh, yuh, yuh)
baby, the ice don’t get much louder (sset)
[?] the price, don’t need much better (brr)
bet your girlfriend drained my bladder (woo)
24k golden showers
got a b-tch to text me, you would think it’s ripley’s
believe it or not, she said she finna f-ck the whole team
i don’t really give a f-ck, fat p-ssy, money, or the lean
you know i love confrontation, tell them drop the addy

[chorus 2: lil uzi vert]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i ain’t even gon’ say nothing
pull up in the whip, push b-ttons
rolls-royce big, it’s a hummer
man i hope you don’t love her
that girl that you dropped out with man i had that b-tch last summer
let’s get it
girl like let’s stop, choppa like t.i
?
b-tch i got 3 eyes, slatt, that’s a beehive
green like key lime
? 3 sights
? choppa that’s a p90

[bridge: robb bank$ & lil uzi vert]
yuh yuh
green hearted
sset
falconia
lil uzi, lil uzi

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
? 30-inch on my smith and rims
i can’t see no hater diamond cartier on my lens
i turn ‘to darth vader matte black, yeah that’s on my benz
east side red ?
f-cked your b-tch like once again
smoke out the pound, you smokin’ out the corner still got a b-tch up in lauderdale
i just put my d-ck up right in your daughter still
my diamonds they water still
had to leave ’em b-tches sparklin’-sparklin’ still
’cause i paid a half a mill
no, no, no you don’t get no cash for real
i just spent half a reel

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
smoke gas b-tch, ?
make a b-tch shake, crumpet
hit it from the back, hump it
? you about a donkey
p-ss it, brand new ‘rari, don’t crash it
my new b-tch she nasty
suck on my d-ck ’til her lips get ashy
hold on
?
? my hair off one side
told that b-tch i feel like gatsby
i’m the one always in charge, i cannot sit in no back seat
i had to pull out my rar’
told that b-tch please do not cap me
?
made that b-tch say “oh my god”
?
she gave me neck like a tie

[chorus 2: lil uzi vert]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i ain’t even gon’ say nothing
pull up in the whip, push b-ttons
rolls-royce big, it’s a hummer
man i hope you don’t love her
that girl that you dropped out with man i had that b-tch last summer
let’s get it
girl like let’s stop, choppa like t.i
?
b-tch i got 3 eyes, slatt, that’s a beehive
green like key lime
? 3 sights
? choppa that’s a p90

- robb bank lyrics

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