anything - wifisfuneral & robb bank$ lyrics
[intro: wifisfuneral & robb bank$]
hey, p-ss me that, um, lil soda
you tryna go to the, you tryna go to the store?
they accept apple pay there
yeah, for real, we might have to go to the store
’cause i need some more sh-t, need some water
need some more, though (kehlani, hit my phone, i’m done)
water (switch like oj)
stella (i’m tryna take you on a date
you know what i’m sayin’, candlelight
drip like andré 3k, for real
hey, chris, we gon’ roll up some weed?)
uh, uh, yeah (yeah, yeah-yeah)
uh, uh, yeah
uh, uh, yeah (okay)
uh, uh, yeah (okay, okay, okay)
uh, uh, yeah
uh, uh, yeah
uh, uh, yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh (okay, okay, okay, okay)
[chorus: robb bank$ & wifisfuneral]
i been kinda cold (okay, okay), go to sicily
gave me terrordome (suck that d-ck), is you diggin’ me?
better stop playin’ wit’ yo’ nose (yeah), you steady fidgetin’
then i ran off on the plug (okay, okay), he ain’t gettin’ me
[verse 1: robb bank$]
i’ma ride a foreign down the interstate
hear that demon roarin’, rrah, rrah, i accelerate
molly on yo’ tongue, huh, l!ck it off a dinner plate
valet rent-a-car, ate it hot like a dinner date
suckin’ that d-ck, you like it, yeah, you got that talent, uh, uh
baby, you can sit on my couch, i’ma put you in that casket, uh, uh
two star pipe job, b-tch, i’ma take ya -ss to that valley (sick, sick)
and our thots had tricks for the kid
pull the nine, n-gga, where you gon’ blast it? (pow)
i’m your daddy, b-tch, i don’t need you gettin’ s-ssy
the gucci made of snake, the fn made of plastic (swear to god)
lil’ baby 28, 36 the baddest
i bought a bmw, blue i8 to crash it
[pre-chorus: robb bank$]
f-ck your b-tch ’cause she the baddest (gang, gang)
uh, new tom ford jacket (yeah, yeah)
uh, it my swag, yeah they jackin’
uh, i’m your dad, get a spankin’, huh
[chorus: robb bank$ & wifisfuneral]
i been kinda cold (okay, okay), go to sicily
gave me terrordome (suck that d-ck), is you diggin’ me?
better stop playin’ wit’ yo’ nose (yeah), you steady fidgetin’
then i ran off on the plug (okay, okay), he ain’t gettin’ me
[verse 2: wifisfuneral & robb bank$]
pull up like we with all the smoke, just like a cigarette
lil’ bitty b-tch give me dome, uh, uh, mouthpiece feelin’ it
hold like nine shots to his head, uh, uh, three glocks getting it
yeah, nine shots to his head, what, what, three glocks getting it
came through oppositions, 21 b-tches
wrap my d-ck just like it christmas
make it count, this sh-t drippin’
bank account, yeah this sh-t drippin’
i just came up from the tomb, out her womb, i’m on shrooms
checkin’ these b-tches like nike, you know how i swoosh
and my mama ain’t raise no b-tch, lil’ n-gga, this draco got a broom
i might sweep a n-gga right off his block, his body disappear by 2
ooh, first .48 my vools
ooh, first .48 my vools, ooh
thought that the gang gone cool, cool
teardrop gang like bool, bool
[pre-chorus: robb bank$]
f-ck your b-tch ’cause she the baddest (gang, gang)
uh, new tom ford jacket (yeah, yeah)
uh, it my swag, yeah they jackin’
uh, i’m your dad, get a spankin’, huh
[chorus: robb bank$ & wifisfuneral]
i began to call (okay, okay), go to sicily
gave me terrordome (suck that d-ck), is you diggin’ me?
better stop playin’ wit’ yo’ nose (yeah), you steady fidgetin’
then i ran off on the plug (okay, okay), he ain’t gettin’ me
[outro: robb bank$]
he ain’t gettin’ me
uh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
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