Duwap Kaine - Robbin Banks lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Robbin Banks lyrics]
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Yeah, it's young Duwap Kaine coming
Straight from the trap
Watchu thought this was?
Ak-47 go and knock them out
My niggas make plays with the snub-off
Why these niggas bitchin'
Man your baby mama trippin'
Crack pipe burnin'
I be coolin' in the kitchen
Seven plays, watch me make the play
Watch that30 spray, oh aye
I been tokin' K's since the, oh aye
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Sippin' lean
Sippin' codeine it's the same thing
On the block, yeah I'm on the block
I'm a dope fiend
Countin' money, countin up the green
It's a daily thing
Put a drum right up on my pistol
Imma make it rain
Who a lame? Bitch I ain't no lame
You so fucking lame
Talking shit but, we took your bitch
Then we ran a train
You is square, like a gamecube
But this not no game trap phone boomin'
"Hello" bout' to hit a lick
In your house, we zoomin' (Skrt Skrt)
Take up all your shit
Young nigga did it (Always)
Yeah I did it first sneak dissin' on me
You end up in the hearse
20 for a verse, bitch I got on merch
Yeah we in a race you in last, I'm in first
Try to waste my time but
You cannot waste my time
Cause I be on the grind
Boy these niggas outta line
Y'all niggas fake, so fu to me
You can't tote no tool, give that tool to me
Flexin' for your niggas
That's not cool to me
That's not cool at all
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Yeah, it's young Duwap Kaine coming
Straight from the trap
Watchu thought this was?
Ak-47 go and knock them out
My niggas make plays with the snub-off
Why these niggas bitchin'
Man your baby mama trippin'
Crack pipe burnin'
I be coolin' in the kitchen
Seven plays, watch me make the play
Watch that30 spray, oh aye
I been tokin' K's since the, oh aye
Police, fuck the police, I whip cocaine
Sippin' lean
Sippin' codeine it's the same thing
On the block, yeah I'm on the block
I'm a dope fiend
Countin' money, countin up the green
It's a daily thing
Put a drum right up on my pistol
Imma make it rain
Who a lame? Bitch I ain't no lame
You so fucking lame
Talking shit but, we took your bitch
Then we ran a train
You is square, like a gamecube
But this not no game trap phone boomin'
"Hello" bout' to hit a lick
In your house, we zoomin' (Skrt Skrt)
Take up all your shit
Young nigga did it (Always)
Yeah I did it first sneak dissin' on me
You end up in the hearse
20 for a verse, bitch I got on merch
Yeah we in a race you in last, I'm in first
Try to waste my time but
You cannot waste my time
Cause I be on the grind
Boy these niggas outta line
Y'all niggas fake, so fu to me
You can't tote no tool, give that tool to me
Flexin' for your niggas
That's not cool to me
That's not cool at all