ROBBERY! lyrics

(Intro)
Yuh
Ok
Lil b*tch, ok

(Chorus)
Suck on my di*k and ride like a bike
Oh you a guy well b*tch then sike
b*tch is too masculine call her a dike
f*cking your mom, like that ain’t right
These b*tches try but I’m outta sight
Got on this b*tch, her pus*y is tight
You smoke the strand fly high just like a kite
Suck on my di*k and ride like a bike
Oh you a guy well b*tch then sike
b*tch is too masculine call her a dike
f*cking your mom, like that ain’t right
These b*tches try but I’m outta sight
Got on this b*tch, her pus*y is tight
You smoke the strand fly high just like a kite

(Verse 1)
I can’t be asked to go tame your b*tch
That’s your own fault, now suck on this di*k
Look in my pants , call it my pickle rick
Likе I’m really good and this flow is sick
I hear thesе b*tches typing, on my discord
Done f*cked so much that I am bored
Yo city bumpin, I ain’t even toured
Like lookin at my face is your reward
Calling me Kira, f*cking manslaughter
Messing with your cut just like a barber
My phone is dead can you hand me a charger
sh*ts so fire call it an igniter
Just a white boy making music on his phone
He could diss you, no megaphone
I win congrats like post Malone
f*cking these b*tches when I’m home alone
(Chorus)
Suck on my di*k and ride like a bike
Oh you a guy well b*tch then sike
b*tch is too masculine call her a dike
f*cking your mom, like that ain’t right
These b*tches try but I’m outta sight
Got on this b*tch, her pus*y is tight
You smoke the strand fly high just like a kite
Suck on my di*k and ride like a bike
Oh you a guy well b*tch then sike
b*tch is too masculine call her a dike
f*cking your mom, like that ain’t right
These b*tches try but I’m outta sight
Got on this b*tch, her pus*y is tight
You smoke the strand fly high just like a kite

(Verse 2)
Got on this girl, she is top down
When I am on her I don’t see a frown
You in my house, no don’t wear a gown
Got my sh*t bumping all over your town
Got my own bandits you don’t hear a sound
Better not fly, stay on the ground
Yeah underwater chimps will drown (ok)
I said these b*tches my bandits
Got all this cash like you can hand it
All of this paper like I better sand it
I don’t f*cking lie I do stay candid
Got all these racks, they do stay banded
Starting this fire like you better tame it
I don’t fly I just damn landed
These hoes on my di*k
(Bridge)
You wanna take my time
You want the cash you stay online
And when I write I write my own line
Like when you leave that’s fine (ok, ok, ok)

(Chorus)
Suck on my di*k and ride like a bike
Oh you a guy well b*tch then sike
b*tch is too masculine call her a dike
f*cking your mom, like that ain’t right
These b*tches try but I’m outta sight
Got on this b*tch, her pus*y is tight
You smoke the strand fly high just like a kite (Ok)