Robb Bank$, Doe Boy - HBK lyrics

Uh uh, uh (What?) uh, uh rich

She call me boy-toy (Yuh)
Made your bitch pop that
Pussy 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 bitch, money making on the fight, boy
They ain't got no guts, I don't
Give no fucks, 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 yout, yout

(Yuh) , sold a midget (Ya dig)
I'm in the coupe, coupe
(Raaaah) , 30 bitches (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'mma hump your camel toe
While I'm watching Naruto (Raaaah)

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 bitch breathe
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Uh, let's get it (Let's go)

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 bitch paid for (Raaaah, raaaah)
And I got that work, bae, give you hard labor
Bitch said that I'm sexy
I said I'm a heartbreaker

(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'mma paint her face
I fuck up a bitch makeup (Woo)
Better not trust Doe Beezy, nigga
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 (Pussy)
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 fucking two door
Young nigga don't trap, nigga
All he know is take (Grr)
See him flexing with the racks
We gon' rob him for his bank
(aye, Doe Beezy)