No Trespassing lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$]
Sure, sure, sure, sure
Ay

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
b*tch, I walk up in this house, still got ya' b*tch all on my di*k
You know that boy Phone sick, that's why these n*ggas keep check
Shook it in with the Panamerican, History X
I f*cked every b*tch in Broward
If I didn't I got a text

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Once again, yeah, I'm back once again
Tumblr god, go get it, put your leg up need some leverage
And every b*tch I f*ck starts rapping, gets reinvented
f*ck boy, you can get it
Please tell that f*ck boy, that n*gga can get it
Double phone shawty, mind ya business

[Chorus: Chris Travis]
Diamonds dancing, money making, tryna' blow a fan
I pull up in something complicated, I don't know ya mans
Thesе hoes keep me aggravated, I don't undеrstand
I come with heavy ammo like I'm up in final stand

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
I'm pulling right up to the place
Ain't nothing pressure, I'll wait
These n*ggas be faking a wave
These b*tches be faking they face
My n*gga, you food not cool
f*cking 'em up and making the rules
Thinking ya tough, you could lose if we ever come at you
Hoes see me out, f*ck ya pus*y want your soul
If you come up with some sh*t n*gga, I'ma break your nose
Boy, I came in deep, just took down a whole four
Now I'm riding up clean
n*gga, let my slides go
Or let my tires go, skrt, skrt, side note
Coming through the f*ckin' door, b*tch what? Bye ho
Shawty lookin' at me cold, like she seen a damn ghost
It was never my fault y'all girls turned hoes
[Chorus: Chris Travis]
Diamonds dancing, money making, tryna' blow a fan
I pull up in something complicated, I don't know ya mans
These hoes keep me aggravated, I don't understand
I come with heavy ammo like I'm up in final stand

[Bridge: Robb Bank$]
Sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure
f*ck n*gga, you can get it
Man, who they f*ckin' with?
Smart Stunnas, almighty militia
Boy, they can get it
Man, who they f*ckin' with?

[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]
Ay, shut the f*ck up, shut the motherf*ck up
[?], yeah I'm picking n*ggas off one by one
Ho play in my hair print, her finger on my horns
I get paid in a virgin sacrifice to perform
Not the two or one, it's the three time, three time
Threesomes, that's me time
For you, forty-five
Got PT's like the scoreboard n*gga, I keep tie
Area restricted trespass, you gon' see why, lil' b*tch