Adlib lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Ay.. Who want, girl i know you want it
f*ck you till you get to moaning like.. sure, sure
Ay stop talking girl you know you voice annoying
Tryna pretend we in love, got ya, right where i want ya
You and your friends been talking bout how i put it on ya
Girl proceed with caution your heart might get broken
To all the hoes i never texted back i'm not sorry
Cuz i rather get you hurt before i get caught up
I got syrup poured up, got the fye on tuck
pus*y n*gga run up, he gone get done up, suck
You want pressure then it's pressure, n*gga say the word
Me and Chris f*cking yo b*tch passed her, it’s Pou turn
Hit a u-turn in that pus*y swerved off
Too gone mane what the f*ck these pus*y n*ggas on
And i f*cked her on the futon
pus*y n*gga run and tell ya b*tch we dropped the new song
When i was in the walls boy i left my shoes on
Left ya b*tch and my dog got her like Jimmy Neutron
Black clover, leader of the cult for the children
Went head to head in tug a war against Robbin Williams
Veins pump tonic, mouth salvitates hi-tech
b*tch lick my wounds she gone taste tumblr hype
Last of my kind watch me reprising the candle light
Boy your b*tch mine watch how i get her right
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Is you f*cking with me?
Man i know she f*cking with me, hit her and she adlibing like sure, sure
Stop talking pus*y n*gga don't want it, boy you know yo ass pus*y like suck, suck
You know we on it all my savages is on it we ain't doing no talking still 2phoneshawty
Bae that pus*y pouring and talking to me ask and you shall receive now adlib for me like
Sure (x32)

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
b*tch call me Medusa, hair long as a serpent
Water boys here to drown the whole surface
Black doors, black walls embedded with curtains
And i just wanna know is she for certain?
b*tch stop lying, you 20 and you a virgin
Is you gone f*ck this convo seeming worthless
Let me fill you up with drugs like i'm a surgeon
I'm a dirty n*gga should clean me like detergent
That sh*t mean i'll probably come and murk ya
But she might spot me so i'll just have to hurt ya
f*ck being broke, i swear that i'm allergic
Got money now, i don't know how to splurge it
n*ggas claiming this and that b*tch not converting
Splitting up the bands in ways like a conversion
Chopping n*ggas heads and wrapping em in a turban
Uber me shawty pull up in a suburban
Tell yo ho to slide she coming fast like it's urgent
Young Chris Travis that n*gga ya haven't heard it
Water boys, SS, pulling up on the curb b*tch
When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick
When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick
Riding in the fast lane way above surface, if you wanna come get murk b*tch