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robb bank$ – shootout (snippet demo) كلمات اغاني

shootout (snippet demo) lyrics
[intro]
(i’m working on dying)
roll the blunt, james, please, bruh
thank you, my brother
you dig? greenhearted
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: robb bank$]
opp on sight, shoot a n_gga (yeah)
cops outside, shootin’ n_ggas (brr, brr)
baby momma outside, shoot a n_gga (brr)
why you walkin’ with your chop? shoot a n_gga (brr, brr)
if you on trial, shoot a n_gga (brr, brr)
all my n_ggas doin’ time, shoot a n_gga (brr)
see a b_tch you don’t like, shoot a n_gga (yeah)
got two guns on me like tomb raider (yeah)
[post_chorus: robb bank$]
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 bеam, 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 hundrеd round drum my closet (yuh)
got the gucci smellin’ like gunpowder (yuh, yuh, yuh)
baby, the ice don’t get much louder (sset)
f_ck the priest, don’t need no guidance (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 for p_ssy, money, or lean
you know i love confrontation, tell them drop the addy

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

[chorus 2: lil uzi vert]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i ain’t even gotta say nothing
pull up in the whip, push b_ttons
rolls_royce big, it’s a hummer (vroom)
man, i hope you don’t love her
that girl that you try pop out with, man, i had that b_tch last summer
girl like, left eye, aye, uh
chopper like t.i, aye, uh
handle my beehive
b_tch, i got three eyes (yeah, what?)
slatt, that’s a beehive
green like key lime
fn got three sights (slatt)
mini chopper, that’s a p90
[bridge: lil uzi vert & robb bank$]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
sset, sset, sset, sset (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, let’s get it, let’s get it (falcionia, lil uzi)

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
pop that perk, that 3 to the 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
inside red, lightsaber, f_cked your b_tch like once again
smoke out the pound, you smokin’ out the quarter 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 (water)
had to leave ’em b_tches sparklin’, sparklin’ still
’cause i paid a half a mil’
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, better lung it
make a b_tch shake, crumpin’
hit it from the back, hump it
if it get to, oop, n_gga, you better dunk it (dunk it)
pass it, brand new ‘rari, won’t crash it (skrr)
my new b_tch she nasty
suck on my d_ck ’til her lips get ashy (let’s get it)
hold on, slowly, uh, faster
cut off my hair on one side
told that b_tch i feel like gatsby
i’m the one always in charge
i cannot sit in the back seat
brought that b_tch right to my yard
told that b_tch please do not cap me
i had to pull out my rar’
hit a home run like a_rod
made that b_tch say, “oh my god”
then i made that b_tch get tired
yeah the d_ck made that b_tch cry
she gave me neck like a tie
yeah

- robb bank

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