[Intro: Cris Dinero]
Hey Cris, fuck you!
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I got bands on me, beams on me
Lean on me, do not lean on me
See it on me, get it from me
[?], it's an NGP
[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
Hol’ up, like cloud nine
I'm too high when I pass by
Like why try?
I got to kill my competition
[?] bastard like five guys
You cross my back, well that's your life
That’s the moral I'm preaching
Snake niggas in the cut, cuttin' my grass so I'm peepin'
I'm still ridin' Forgi's in the whip though, wit’ a freak hoe
Bend it low, if you down to go
[?] bro
[?], this shit real slow
I could blow that [?] right up yo’ alley if you wit' though
Ayy, and if my [?] trust you, well then it’s fuck it
[?], you pick a bucket
And I can't pray for oppositions, I can't trust that shit
Okay, bitch, I'm up now, fuck next
Why the fuck I need to flex?
Yeah, I know that I’m the best
Tell yo' bitch to drop that neck
Took a vaca' on a jet
Hoe, you know that I am stressed
And these drugs make me a mess
Oh...
[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
[?] cold-hearted
.223 shoot through the fabrics with the carpet
And bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of 'em
I'm on the edge, I want revenge like Garette
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh
Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh
That nigga ain't familia(r), uh, uh, uh
IPhone screen cracked, broke by me
[?] I be fourteen and I fucked this [?]
[?] need to find a path that just leads
Sorry, got strong smokin' strong [?]
Tell the bitch to [?], feel like Tiger Woods
They got me fucked up when they left me in that mud
Watch me get sucked up and get the [?]
And now my life gone [?], uh
Bury the homie, uh, like SSET! Where you goin'?
Who that is? Who that is? How you rollin'?
I might pull up in 'Benz Coupe and hop out and front the police
Like fuck the police
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I got bands on me, beams on me
Lean on me, do not lean on me
See it on me, get it from me
[?], it's an NGP
[Outro: Robb Bank$]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh
Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh
That nigga ain't familia(r), uh, uh, uh