robb bank$ - ballout lyrics
[intro – robb bank$]
n-ggas swear, n-ggas swear (ooh, ooh, ooh)
n-ggas swear, n-ggas swear
[verse 1- robb bank$]
i like to pull up out here and break a b-tch
[?] dm, so she came and ate my sh-t
i slapped that n-gga with pimping hands, i bet you pay for it
run up on you with that good backend, you know i’m banging b-tch
i’mma beat you to your core and give you more, i made you famous b-tch
i’m a monster
ripped off her romper
can’t rob with me
been selling bomb since a toddler
put the [?] on me, spread the [?], cindy lauper
your girl wanna have fun, party in my boxers
and i just stacked up all my vitamins
i might just go pop [?] again
my jacket is by vetements
[?]
i can’t believe i f-cked that b-tch
at the double tree or [?]
these f-ck n-ggas is pacifists, i’m shooting at the vatican
i’m shooting at you
i’m moving at you
ak in my audi truck (satanic)
bible on the dash, ride with me
[?], god can’t save me from what i have done
[chorus – robb bank$]
peace sign, let her ride in the benz with me
freebands, we just hopped out the feds (uh, uh, uh)
free sack, got the birds on her hand
meat check, she just grabbed on that d-ck
i’m st. croix, so she gone work, work, work, work, work, work
she from vi, so she gone work, work, work, work, work, work
she from exuma, so she gone work, work, work
act right she end up in a bentley, skrt
[verse 2 – robb bank$]
packs for the 10, imma sell it for the twins
like i’m related to you, i f-ck twinny-twin-twins
in a maze, in a daze
you a rat, die at the end
it’s goin be a candlelight when i shoot you and your friends
ayy, smoke me a n-gga for the free
when i look in the mirror b-tch i see god
i hit the b-tch up and down, like a see-saw
225, not alive, know who we are b-tch
430 teardrop, make your momma cry
double x sent if we pulling homicide
whole set with it, yeah i mob when i ride
and we k!lled all of yours who do not speak on mine b-tch
[chorus – robb bank$]
peace sign, let her ride in the benz with me
freebands, we just hopped out the feds (uh, uh, uh)
free sack, got the birds on her hand
meat check, she just grabbed on that d-ck
i’m st. croix, so she gone work, work, work, work, work, work
she from vi, so she gone work, work, work, work, work, work
she from exuma, so she gone work, work, work
act right she end up in a bentley, skrt
[verse 3 – thouxanbanfani]
break her back in, now she leaving bowlegged
had to clap him, got popped, he hesitated
pimple popped them
they got capped for all that cappin
i done dropped him, for trying to f-ck on mine ration
whole bulletholes from your head, get rejuvenated
flexin on your partner while he die, that ain’t motivation
real friends stab you, in the front but who can say it?
no introduction needed, we prefer to [?]
[?] still a shooter, [?] shoulda end famous
n-ggas tried to frame me, like an artist, i’m a painter
call me mad max and a demon when i’m swerving lanes
and we pulling up, turn to max payne
[chorus – robb bank$]
peace sign, let her ride in the benz with me
freebands, we just hopped out the feds (uh, uh, uh)
free sack, got the birds on her hand
meat check, she just grabbed on that d-ck
i’m st. croix, so she gone work, work, work, work, work, work
she from vi, so she gone work, work, work, work, work, work
she from exuma, so she gone work, work, work
act right she end up in a bentley, skrt
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