Robb Bank$ - I Need a 2nd lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - I Need a 2nd lyrics]
Molly bitch boy
You see what I’m sayin’ to you molly
To the mic now
See, the SSET usually on road goin’
You know what I’ms sayin’
We got white on us, you dig what I’m sayin’
Yeah, I need me a second, I got a iPhone X
Uh uh
I just called my exes, I’m wifin’ all of them
Build you up like Tetris
When she take that dick
Yeah, she my SSET, slime, bitch mob
I lay that bitch
Pop it like a Mentos, I’m smart like dog, hoe
Steal clout like klepto
Till my main bitch let go
You were never my SSET though
I just can’t forget though
Said shit in my face, bringin’ out
Them Dracs, I’m stayin’ skepto, huh
I’ma pop a pill up in the coupe
New Audi, it go Super Saiyan Blue
2 Chainz on my neck and she say "Tru"
I’ma make her neck me in the pool
I’ma steal her phone and help her look
I’m a dirty nigga, but I clean up good
And I hold the FN sturdy when I shoot
But you ain’t heard me, nigga
What you tryna do?
I just drove home, battery low
In the Tesla truck
I call her battery ‘cause Molly
Call me 20 bucks
Better fall in love with a thug
No Jheri curls i told her cryin’, hands up
This a Spirit Bomb
What they sayin’ about my bitch
I’m down to kill for her
Put it on my jit's, you know we lit
I told ‘em get like us
Tatted your name, my ring
Finger, whatever I touch, you touch
Whatever I thumb, you thumb, whenever I fuck
You fuck i’ma love Lindsey forever, I’m
A drink, nigga, forever
Fuckin’ on Amy whenever, nigga
This a Tiffany sweater
Couldn’t fuck my bitch, not never
When in New York, man heaven
Why that bitch so broke, won’t let her
Fuck around, buy you a new Jetta
I can tell you in love with a G
And a nigga whole hood fuck with me
Why, I made Tha City on xan, on lean
If you really stay down, hold the gun for me
Break down the pound, bag it up, no seed
There, you got a little par, compliment my G
Give you 300 dollars, go fix your weave
Rich nigga, put the VVS on your weave
I’ma pop a pill up in the coupe
New Audi, it go Super Saiyan Blue
2 Chainz on my neck and she say "Tru"
I’ma make her neck me in the pool
I’ma steal her phone and help her look
I’m a dirty nigga, but I clean up good
And I hold the FN sturdy when I shoot
But you ain’t heard me, nigga
What you tryna do?
Griffith did nothing wrong
This statement has become increasingly
Popular in recent times
Due in part to it’s use as a pseudo-meme
And it’s utility as a rallying cry for
Those who sympathize with Griffith’s actions
And find them understandable
And maybe even justifiable
As far as I can tell
The phrase shouldn’t and isn’t meant
To be taken literally
You see what I’m sayin’ to you molly
To the mic now
See, the SSET usually on road goin’
You know what I’ms sayin’
We got white on us, you dig what I’m sayin’
Yeah, I need me a second, I got a iPhone X
Uh uh
I just called my exes, I’m wifin’ all of them
Build you up like Tetris
When she take that dick
Yeah, she my SSET, slime, bitch mob
I lay that bitch
Pop it like a Mentos, I’m smart like dog, hoe
Steal clout like klepto
Till my main bitch let go
You were never my SSET though
I just can’t forget though
Said shit in my face, bringin’ out
Them Dracs, I’m stayin’ skepto, huh
I’ma pop a pill up in the coupe
New Audi, it go Super Saiyan Blue
2 Chainz on my neck and she say "Tru"
I’ma make her neck me in the pool
I’ma steal her phone and help her look
I’m a dirty nigga, but I clean up good
And I hold the FN sturdy when I shoot
But you ain’t heard me, nigga
What you tryna do?
I just drove home, battery low
In the Tesla truck
I call her battery ‘cause Molly
Call me 20 bucks
Better fall in love with a thug
No Jheri curls i told her cryin’, hands up
This a Spirit Bomb
What they sayin’ about my bitch
I’m down to kill for her
Put it on my jit's, you know we lit
I told ‘em get like us
Tatted your name, my ring
Finger, whatever I touch, you touch
Whatever I thumb, you thumb, whenever I fuck
You fuck i’ma love Lindsey forever, I’m
A drink, nigga, forever
Fuckin’ on Amy whenever, nigga
This a Tiffany sweater
Couldn’t fuck my bitch, not never
When in New York, man heaven
Why that bitch so broke, won’t let her
Fuck around, buy you a new Jetta
I can tell you in love with a G
And a nigga whole hood fuck with me
Why, I made Tha City on xan, on lean
If you really stay down, hold the gun for me
Break down the pound, bag it up, no seed
There, you got a little par, compliment my G
Give you 300 dollars, go fix your weave
Rich nigga, put the VVS on your weave
I’ma pop a pill up in the coupe
New Audi, it go Super Saiyan Blue
2 Chainz on my neck and she say "Tru"
I’ma make her neck me in the pool
I’ma steal her phone and help her look
I’m a dirty nigga, but I clean up good
And I hold the FN sturdy when I shoot
But you ain’t heard me, nigga
What you tryna do?
Griffith did nothing wrong
This statement has become increasingly
Popular in recent times
Due in part to it’s use as a pseudo-meme
And it’s utility as a rallying cry for
Those who sympathize with Griffith’s actions
And find them understandable
And maybe even justifiable
As far as I can tell
The phrase shouldn’t and isn’t meant
To be taken literally