Baller blockin', chicks flapping they wings in the cockpit I'd move them chickens to yo coop, but these crackers cock-blockin' I'm chirpin', my niggas barkin' in St. Arthur, same Volvo The way my bitch hair layered, might try 'er out for the dog show Let my facial hair grow, on hiatus to the five star That's where my bitch be living, she Based God in the kitchen She want me to eat better, but I barely touched the plate On vacay with my main, ain't even left were I stay I'm South Florida foreva, I'm yellow xans foreva And if them folks drop the charges, we can be together forever Touch slow, fuck fast, money in my waistband Feel my manicured hands, my accountant from the concentration camp S.S., fo' months 'til we muhfuckin dead I'm Babidi, you Majin Vegeta, I'll put some 'M's on yo head Blowin' tobacco by the water, I don't even like the beach With fuckin' sand covering our bodies, I feel like muhfucking Gaara (Lil' bitch) And that ass like her Ferrari, you a stallion, hop up on that shit Gallop, centaur Girlfriend, it's horsepower Made a net-worth off the jugg house in Savage ask him what he 'bout Me, Montana and Kev, we just in yo hood, ridin' round Black & Mild lace, so I take it to the face All A.A laced, I'll sweat the lace front off of Azelia Banks (Mm-mmm) Gimme kiss show KDia what she been missin' When it's me, Juice and Purrp I'm fuckin' ten mo' women Tryna eat, like you feedin' tube ass nigga You stabbed yo' best friend in the back? That's the Mangekyō in you nigga I got the Chi-Chi from amigo Shed moonlight to Son-Goku And with all this Cell Camo, boy I feel like Nigo Now bae, no games I'm rich according to the gas tank I thought I told you fuck niggas "We only breathe octane." Pussy nigga, stop playing I got goons for these type of thangs Lost yo' money and yo' bitch all when Basquiat came (Lil bitch) I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah And suck my fuckin' dick, boy I say, "Ask 'em what he 'bout." These fashion thugs'll never wear me out You ain't live, I fashioned myself as the best rapper alive It's the Savage, reincarnate Swordfish, South Florida Savage Life Wish a ho nigga would cross that border And I'm back puffin' on canna-b, you know "a year" mean a week Sesshōmaru pussy, I did it all single-handedly Look at the time, a nigga got famous over night Laughing at 'cho Robitussin lean, as I sippeth my Sprite Fuck niggas on my mind? I got one-two many So I turn to Disney Channel and think of what I'd do to Demi And boy shoutout to my Raiders Nigga, Purrp and Simmie And I'll sweat the fuck out yo' weave, bitch but only if it's Remy I need a, project bitch, with a, eighteen-inch sew-in That I can pull when I give her this infinite Shit, count that in inches Put a fo' in that lemon-lime, or a six And add about two mo' of them shits, lil bitch Robb Bank$, Illuminati And I'm loadin' up Kamehameha Waves in the clip of my K Triple-six, I'm atheist You thinking "What did he just say?" Good Tryna remove all you dumb niggas from my fuckin' fan-base Bitch, I walk around North Lauderdale, like "Fuck err'body!" Added my lil twist, but ain't no age on this money Boi you fuck around with them folks, that's how Haze got his ass smoked And what the fuck you pussy ass niggas know 'bout bein' broke?! I can't relate, I'm trying to get more in touch with my fan base Cause I know a lot of these poor jits is saying, "Robb Bank$ is just scrait" "Come again?" What I tell my Spanish lady when she speak that Daddy Yankee to my dogs Her name "Kilo", her sister name "8-ball" We can P.O.V if you turn up that MJG and take that ass out Why they call em "8-balls" if they don't bounce? All roses ain't red And if they violets, why the fuck is them shits blue? Boi, I'm burning purple flowers I'm finna' pass that ho to you Cause I shouldn't be this high Boi, I got shit to do Sixty pills that I got to sell and I can't get my bitch out the pool Cause she ain't never been to the islands or popped a Blue Dolphin So she think I'm Aquaman when I fuck her ass in that water Caught a body on my old jag, went back to the car show Dressed in Carharrt Michigan Fuck Big Sean though (Pussy) Ya lil' bitch Boi, suck my fucking dick I bet she say "Sure" to me And I swerve when she use her teeth Ketchup Marmalade and butter all up on my bread That's blood, copper and gold all mixed in with my money Dopeboy pic Flick me up while I'm still stuntin' In that whip that I had yo bitch My nigga, she pop the Plan-B when I'm fuckin', nigga "Fine, fine" I say it twice to emphasize you boys is pie-pie Put it on my mama, pussy nigga, I'll take ya life-life I said "I'm finer than my bitch" She wanna live that Savage Life, so I knew that bitch was fine (Lil' bitch) Bank$ like to drank Bank$ like to smoke Bank$ finna po' the Qualitest on his 'Ports Smoking and I'm sippin' at the same damn time Ashley say I'm actin brand new Damn right bitch, now I'm fine And if I see a number I don't know, that means they want somethin' from me That means you stopped fuckin' with me, so you ain't gettin money, boi I decline my past, turn the TV on and Ash Might laugh while a nigga keep up with the life of Ash Said "I made it" when I started DMin err'day with Cadie Jus had mo' to speak on when she said she ain't keeping the baby It's all gravy, wasn't no thang but a chicken wing Cause I done made birds fly, fiends love Popeyes Y'all know what I do Well, y'all know what I did, bruh Hangin' on the roof like Bishop Dolo, if you don count Juuce I'm in Margate with' my family Boy, my hood is like a planet If I send some 8-balls to Frieza, I bet he won't come back to Namek I'm King Cold, bottles of King Cobra in the cooler Roll a dutch, you smokin' L's Boy, you a muhfuckin' loser Chocolate tree wrap, mixed with Canada Northern Lights Broccoli when the smoke leave the lip of that mocha My bitch, she playin' Soca Said she ain't like it 'til she was older 'Round twenty-eleven then we cop the douja from her friend Bitch, show me love and a peace sign, get punani in the Benz Last I talked to her and when Now she complainin' to her friend 'Bout how she always first to hit me up when it's time to fuck I tell 'er "Vibe.", Vybz Kartel, lightin' up Bathin' in cake soap, with a tub full of money And this new bitch pussy too nice, like it want somethin' from me Keep it Down South with' them mollies, boy I don't fuck around And only a ho put another ho's name in they mouth Now my ex-bitch too friendly, say she wanna get back with' me But ho I know when you kissin' Robb Bank$ and when you kissin' Richard, bitch "Fine, fine" I say it twice to emphasize you boys is pie-pie Put it on my mama, pussy nigga, I'll take ya life-life I said "I'm finer than my bitch" She wanna live that Savage Life, so I knew that bitch was fine (Lil' bitch) Bank$ like to drank Bank$ like to smoke Bank$ finna po' the Qualitest on his 'Ports Smoking and I'm sippin' at the same damn time Ashley say I'm actin brand new Damn right bitch, now I'm fine ... She wanted something more than "just us" But moanin' that loud ain't doing me no justice... Y'all forgot what real niggas look like, huh?