HBK lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
Uh
Uh, uh (What?)
Uh, uh
Rich

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
She call me boy-toy (Yuh)
Made your b*tch pop that pus*y off her Android (Yuh)
Got a lick, yeah, she ready for a bath, boy (Yuh, yuh)
Championship ring you know I'm petty like a tabloid
I'm coming for you, you telling them stories about the bird, boy (Ah-ahhh)
I'm flyin, baby, I'm in and I'm on Zodd, boy (Ya dig)
Thick b*tch, money making on the fight, boy
They ain't got no guts, I don't give no f*cks, Femto don't lie, boy (Huh)
I sacrifice, I cut them ties, she say I'm cute, boy (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Know I'm sexy (Yuh, yuh)
As a yute, yute (Yuh), sold a midget (Ya dig)
I'm in the coupe, coupe (Raaaah), 30 b*tches (Raaaah, raaaah)
Diamonds Froot Loops, serve ya breakfast (Yuh, yuh, ya dig)
I'mma run them racks up, no RiRi
And I'm in the bando, with a fefe (Yuh, yuh)
And she got a lil dog, named Kishi (Yuh, yuh)
On a Xan, love to bawl, when I squeeze it (Yuh, yuh)
That ain't fit in stomach, though (Yuh)
Stick it in your other hole (Yuh)
I'ma hump your camel toe
While I'm watching Naruto (Raaaah)
[Bridge: Robb Bank$]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig, ya dig)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Dig, dig, dig, dig)
Yeah, let her breathe, let dat b*tch breathe (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Uh, let's get it (Let's go)

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Told her I'm a heartbreak, I'm a heartbreaker (Facts)
Told her I'm a heartbreak, I'm a heartbreaker (Facts)
What color your heart, bae? I want all flavors (Facts, on God)
I do not wear no cape (On God, on God), I cannot save you (Facts)
Suck it till your jaws ache, let the taste savor (Ya dig)
Put you in a new Wraith, and that b*tch paid for (Raaaah, raaaah)
And I got that work, bae, give you hard labor
b*tch said that I'm sexy, I said I'm a heartbreaker

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
(Doe Beezy)
I can't love no thotty, baby, I'm a heartbreaker (No no, no no)
Flexing with them racks, baby, I'm a ball player (Freebandz)
I'ma paint her face, I f*ck up a b*tch makeup (Woo)
Better not trust Doe Beezy, n*gga, I'm a brick taker (Doe Beezy)
Pull up with a 40, with a 50 drum on it (Grrt, buh)
I got all this flavor, baby, put your tongue on it (Mwah)
You only gangster on the internet or in the studio (pus*y)
Talkin' tough on WiFi, yeah, that's gonna cause a funeral (Oh, really)
Can't be number 1 for me, cause I got a few though
I got foreign thots smashed in a f*cking two-door
Young n*gga don't trap, n*gga, all he know is take (Grr)
See him flexing with the racks, we gon' rob him for his bank (aye, Doe Beezy)