Paroles So into yu Robb Banks

So into yu

Yeah, yeah yeah, Ha ha ha ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I can get into sweet shit, you feel me, like for the hoes and shit like that (Yeah, yeah)
Know they love it, love it, love?ità(Love?it)

I remember I?bought that bitch'two necklaces she flaugin'
Now she on the ’Gram wit' every nigga, she been ballin'
And when his bag run out don’t come back and do no talkin'
Bet' be on yo knees crawlin', the venom machine broken
Ain't no chips hoe; seen yo home-girl, I might touch it
Go on the 'Gram fuck it, get reckless on my story
Baby girl you missed your blessings, why you ridin' in that Honda?
Coulda took you up out that water, but bitch now you a goner (Okay hoe)
I took a straight shot of Tris on the weekend, ooh
I'm lickin’ on your thighs like seasoning, ooh
I been thuggin’, runnin' through these streets up to no good
Steady [?] niggas that come in [?]
For real though, who really fucking with my SSET in this bitch though
Four thirty tear hoe, bitch get a tissue
I’ma roll my weed up, got a model with her feet up
I swear I want life so plush you'd think I won it at the arena
Come on lil biddy-bitch you know that this shit more than affection
I woulda traded it all in a orderly fashion
I know that you miss takin' that dick in the villa in Miami
I'm fabulous, they Fabuloso, nigga you should clean my floor
You look like you hold a door, I pull off, Aventador
For yo bitch I’ma connoisseur, so I get pussy-mouth galore
I call her bae, she call me god, so when we fuck she screamin' "Lord"
She love to see me in the morn', but when she wake up

She say "Phone I really like what you done to bring me here" (Swear)
Falcon castle in the hills (Brr), bring me yo soul and leave it there, swear
Ooh, I really like (Oh) whatchu done to me I feel (Oh oh)
No, I can't really explain it (Oh), but I just been itchin' to shoot

Grr, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Big dog, nigga, no roof (Facts)
Two, two two, two two, yeah (Wak, wak wak wak)
Don't call me 2
Phone no more neither
Femto, King of Longing (Yeah, yeah)
See that, dope dealing, cat peelin' (Wak wak, wak)—hoe stealin' (Wak, wak wak wak, rah, rah)
Pussy nigga (Yuh, yuh)
And a nigga been on that (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Stay on that, so be on that when I see you (SSET)
That's for niggas and hoes (Both of 'em)
Fuck you, yeah, yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Woop, wak, wak, wak
SSET