Robb Bank$ - Flex City Lyrics
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]Aye they gave me one year a nigga blew upLeast round my neighborhood bruhGave me two twin fell in love with both of em'Nurse Joy, nurse Joy ***** I'm brock, Strapped upAnd I gotta catch em' allI'm a Pokemon breeder*****ed ya' ***** ***** boyFeel the weight of the chopper on my shoulder like I'm BlastoiseMe and little blondie smoking mild's after schoolNone of this shit new, then lived threw all you can doWhen them crackas killed V12When they jumped lea, when Desi slapped JustinBoy I'm all the way BrowardI was thereServed every resident who said the *****es don't ***** around with the helpAnd driver don't stop at allAnd don't bring no new nigga to my homeSo boy take yo' ass on, you was at homeWhile I was on that I-95Gucci bag full of pintsLook behind flashlights undercover like ghost story at the sleepoverI panics with a K-9You done ruined my love for animalsPut money signs in our names, so you can see shit through our eyesYou can try and imitate, but you can't copy the SharinganStunnin' on my daddy for my mamma raised me her whole lifeThen she got shitted on for doing the best that she could doSpeaking of the elephant that's in the roomMe and my daddy been talking about shitActual conversations about my sisters and my kidsSometimes I just think we keep the peace just for themOnly a couple real niggas leftI let y'all figure out who they isAnd I ain't run outta' saying shit (Just let all that sink in)Aye Dope boy pyrexDon't wear no ***** ass pyrexDirty southAnd take them golds out ya' mouth if they ain't permsPull out thuggin'Me and my brothers got our eyes on yo' headAnd you little clown ass [?]Only time they seen the [?] was on stage with Curtis WilliamsEverybody hate the nigga that talk too muchBut keep biting the hand that feed you when it's bound to say somethingDeidara, keep recycling these cans of whoop assTill they throw me in the canI won't even though I know I canI don't wanna' hit it like you smoking out a canNiggas think that I think that I'm better than all of em'Well I have my thoughtsCause I ain't do the featureAnd I never preformed "Threatz"I'm just not about to ride another nigga coat tales like a *****I ain't talking money illiterate ass niggaI threw ya ***** out ole littering ass niggaCup dirty as the throwawayPiss about clean as the inside of a whistleAlways smelling like a port in ya' ***** *****So now you know niggaSo stop being noseyWhip on Ashanti'sBut only touch Aaliyah'sI know I went bad on a couple good womenNeed to have a little sesh, talk about shitHash some things outBut I'm better on wax, take a dabI'ma have resentment towards yo' ass from nowSome things a xanax just don't seem to black outEvery ***** nigga mad that a nigga back outExpose ya' broad like dresses with the back outI'm in that mid life crisis corvetteSS American muscle[Hook]Watch how a nigga (flex)You know a nigga all about a check(boy flex)***** the police we never take a badgeBut I'm at the Pewter City Gym (boy flex)***** boy you know who it is2 phones ***** (boy flex)Skinny nigga steroid dick (time to have sex)2 apple phones at the peach fuzzWith the banana clip no big appleStill tha' city *****Pocket full of salad, nigga dressingAnd that spaghetti top, boy messyWhite xan, yellow xan that's scrambled eggs[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]And I know you love my accent, but you running up my minutesWith the talk you should have left on the hotel pillowBoy I hardly take breaks I take a hiatus off you lamesStop playing every internet thug ain't Bill GatesAnd she kneel before me like senseiShe want me wholeheartedlyGave her one piece [?]And I know that it was years agoBut girl ride one the *****y like a riderI'll leave every nigga with a bottom sick toothlessBoy I'll scare ya' dog off like a nigga EustaceUseless weeded em' out think I should use lessNo will power but yo' ***** know better than meTake a molly skeet, after I *****ed that *****Like somebody asked you about yo' ex .. *****2 Phone shawty I'm sextingIn a glasshouse dooney truck, while yo ***** tryin' keep upIn my nigga beamer while you riding in yo' NissanWishing that it was a b-m-dubAs you let the Key Nyata bumpBoy I'm from that dirty, dirtyHeard my ex say she start to juice, she sippin' bad, i steal yo booth *****Aye I put her on game, boy I'm a team playerDrinking dirty gatorade, that Jamarcus Russell20 pink tees in the duffel, I'm parchedDooney turn the keys like that nigga just parked4 thousand 4 hundred fifty on my armLook like a nigga just hopped out the holocaustBoy what ya' life cost? I know what you really boutCough, cough let me get my cup, shitI'm getting sick of y'all niggasAnd tired of niggas watching what I doAnd trying to do the same shitThey say niggas die from drinking lean ..That's why I sell the shitYea boy I got cha' bike like Kaneda likeAnd I got it all inside a jar like [?]SS super soldier that purple codeine what a nigga bleedLike a Namekian, but if you really needI got them handfuls wrapped up like Rock LeeAnd what you mean why the verses so long?Might as well tell y'all (Right)Mean you already talk ..Like you know my whole life
