Practice lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$ speaking]
I'm fresher n*gga
Look at you, broke ass
I know you thirsty
Hundred dollar cup b*tch
Broward County
f*ck off my di*k man for real
This sh*t real n*gga
Raining money
Smart Stunnas this sh*t epic
You lil' b*tch

[HOOK: Robb Bank$]
I f*ck your b*tch just for practice, practice
We jump your ass just for practice, practice
We sip that lean just for practice, practice
And b*tch we global you need an atlas to find your b*tch
She lied to you just for practice, about sucking my di*k
Man that sh*t was just for practice
And you made her moan my n*gga she was trying to practice
For your savage and b*tch I'm perfect, I don't needa practice
Practice

[Verse 1: Sir Micheal Rocks]
Xan with the pour up
Put it with her sprite man she ain't even know it
She ain't even trippin', AMG's we whippin'
You n*ggas like glass bottles (What's That?)
My n*gga that's hollow (What else?)
My last follow I beat the pus*y like it stole something
Fold paper like I fold shirts
You a national holiday, no work, no school, no class
Got a beef with the 12th, they pulling them over that reefer they smell
That sh*t's enough to get them in the trunk
Smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail
Luckily G I'm a G with the spells
Drawing a star with a circle around
With the custom Coogi's, where my girls? Them f*cking movies
Pluck a gem up out her chest, even if it's just a ruby throw it back
We don't need it, looking for the opals by the sack
And mixing gold with the plaque
[Hook: Robb Bank$]

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Boy I got bands on me rite now
S.S b*tch I’m just talking that usual mane, money habits
My Broward home so big look like a concentration camp
Baby I was born in a palace then got exiled into jail
But I swear all these hoes is Raditz get weak once I squeeze that tail
I say I drop a f*ck boy and let him move around with that ocean current, no f*ck boys, this ain't Channel Orange
Two phone prepaid metro if you want it don't text b*tch call me
Man I'll cut your sh*t so good
I guarantee that your ass gon' be happy that you bought it
This b*tch say Robb Bank$ f*cked me, Robb Bank$ a snake
I got a little Orochimaru livin’ inside me I only want that b*tch for her body
I think my tricks is catching up to a n*gga
b*tch you f*ck with a n*gga and yea I'll f*ck, but I really don't f*ck with you n*gga's
I say double cup flower pot threw soil in the soda pop
Cup so dirty that a rose may grow and a n*gga gave the bouquet to your motherf*ckin' main
Got no time on my hands overlook the presidential
Overlook the city in the suite make sure these n*gga's know ain't sh*t on my side sweet
Aye it's savage life b*tch, This ain't the f*ckin' Tipton, but I still keep two twins and stupid dumb head from a rich asian b*tch
n*gga say he want his money back n*gga say the lean cut
Told him I don't do no refunds then looked at him like what
Boy I'll put up 88 keys just to end a n*gga like you
Now thats a piano on your head, like a f*cking Looney Toon
Boy I'll put yo whole life in a bezel, pint half way full
Don’t know no halfway crooks never we do full steals
If you a full lick I'll make my sh*t clap like full metal
Put a play together dope jumpin out the gym
Your main b*tch say she tryna' run a scrimmage
[Hook]