Adlib lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Ay, who want it, girl I know you want it
f*ck you till you get to moaning like (Sure, sure)
And stop talking girl, you know your voice annoying
Tryna' pretend we in love, got you right where I want you
You and your friends been talking 'bout how I put it on ya
Girl proceed with caution your heart might get broken
To all the hoes I never texted back I'm not sorry
Cause' I rather get you hurt before I get caught up
I got syrup poured up, got the fire on tuck
pus*y n*gga run up, he gon' get done up (Sure)
You want pressure, then it's pressure, n*gga say the word
Me and Chris f*cking your b*tch passed her, it’s Pou turn
Hit a U-turn in that pus*y swerved off
Too gone man, what the f*ck these pus*y n*ggas on?
And I f*cked her on the futon
pus*y n*gga run and tell ya b*tch who dropped the new song
When I was in her walls boy, I left my shoes on
Left ya b*tch and my dog got her like Jimmy Neutron
Black clover, leader of the occult for the children
Went head to head in tug a war against Robbin Williams
Veins pump tonic, mouth salivating hi-tech
b*tch lick my wounds she gon' taste tumblr hype
Last of my kind watch me reprising the candle light
Boy, your b*tch mine, watch how I get her right
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Is you f*cking with me?
Man, I know she f*cking with me
Hit her and she ad-libin' like (Sure, sure)
Stop talking, pus*y n*ggas don't want it, boy you know your ass pus*y like (Sure, sure)
You know we on it, all my savages is on it
We ain't doing no talking, still 2phoneshawty
Bae that pus*y poison 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
Waterboyz 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 twenty 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, she clean me like detergent
That sh*t mean I'll probably come and murk ya
But she might stop 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, stop 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 ya ho to slide she coming fast like it's urgent
Young Chris Travis that n*gga ya haven't heard it
Waterboyz, 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 [?], b*tch