Wifisfuneral, Robb Bank$ - Anything lyrics

Hey, pass me that, um, lil soda
You tryna go to the
You tryna go to the store?
They accept Apple Pay there yeah, for real
We might have to go to the store
'Cause I need some more shit, need some water
Need some more, though
(Kehlani, hit my phone, I'm done)
Water (Switch like OJ)
Stella (I'm tryna take you on a date
You know what I'm sayin', candlelight
Drip like André 3K, for real
Hey, Chris, we gon' roll up some weed?)
Uh, uh, yeah (yeah, yeah yeah) uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah (Okay)
Uh, uh, yeah (Okay, okay, okay) uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Okay, okay, okay, okay)

I been kinda cold (Okay, okay) , go to Sicily
Gave me Terrordome
(Suck that dick) , is you diggin' me?
Better stop playin' wit' yo' nose
(yeah) , you steady fidgetin'
Then I ran off on the plug
(Okay, okay) , he ain't gettin' me

I'ma ride a foreign down the interstate
Hear that Demon roarin', rrah, rrah
I accelerate molly on yo' tongue, huh
Lick it off a dinner plate valet rent-a-car
Ate it hot like a dinner date
Suckin' that dick, you like it, yeah
You got that talent, uh, uh
Baby, you can sit on my couch, I'ma
Put you in that casket, uh, uh
Two star pipe job, bitch
I'ma take ya ass to that Valley (Sick, sick)
And our thots had tricks for the kid
Pull the nine, nigga
Where you gon' blast it? (Pow)
I'm your daddy, bitch
I don't need you gettin' sassy
The Gucci made of snake
The FN made of plastic (Swear to God)
Lil' baby 28, 36 the baddest
I bought a BMW, blue i8 to crash it

Fuck your bitch 'cause she the baddest
(Gang, gang)
Uh, new Tom Ford jacket (yeah, yeah)
Uh, it my swag, yeah they jackin'
Uh, I'm your dad, get a spankin', huh

I been kinda cold (Okay, okay) , go to Sicily
Gave me Terrordome
(Suck that dick) , is you diggin' me?
Better stop playin' wit' yo' nose
(yeah) , you steady fidgetin'
Then I ran off on the plug
(Okay, okay) , he ain't gettin' me

Pull up like we with all the smoke
Just like a cigarette
Lil' bitty bitch give me dome, uh, uh
Mouthpiece feelin' it
Hold like nine shots to his head, uh, uh
Three Glocks getting it
Yeah, nine shots to his head, what, what
Three Glocks getting it
Came through oppositions, 21 bitches
Wrap my dick just like it Christmas
Make it count, this shit drippin'
Bank account, yeah this shit drippin'
I just came up from the tomb, out her womb
I'm on shrooms
Checkin' these bitches like Nike
You know how I swoosh
And my mama ain't raise no bitch, lil' nigga
This Draco got a broom
I might sweep a nigga right off his block
His body disappear by 2
Ooh, first 48 my vools
Ooh, first 48 my vools, ooh
Thought that the gang gone cool, cool
Teardrop gang like bool, bool

Fuck your bitch 'cause she the baddest
(Gang, gang)
Uh, new Tom Ford jacket (yeah, yeah)
Uh, it my swag, yeah they jackin'
Uh, I'm your dad, get a spankin', huh

I began to call (Okay, okay) , go to Sicily
Gave me Terrordome
(Suck that dick) , is you diggin' me?
Better stop playin' wit' yo' nose
(yeah) , you steady fidgetin'
Then I ran off on the plug
(Okay, okay) , he ain't gettin' me

He ain't gettin' me uh, oh, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm