Wifisfuneral, Robb Bank$ - EA lyrics

[Wifisfuneral, Robb Bank$ - EA lyrics]

Loud yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
(Cup up in my pain like I'm Cris)

I put fifty in that drum
Watch his knees shake
Tell lil' baby bust it slow
Like a freeze frame, ayy
Lil 'baby, I got game like it's EA
Ayy, lil' baby, I got game like it's EA

Uh, uh, call me toll free (Toll free, yeah)
Uh, coupe with the wings (With the wings, uh)
I'm connected like weef
(Just like weef, yeah)
Watch it lock up in the pot with the steam
(With the)

Pourin' a six up in the town with your trees
Yeah (In the trees, yeah)
Like look at me, we sippin'
Drank, we don't do trees, yeah
(Ain't no trees, yeah)
Got a hundred racks on me, Revenge on bodies
Yeah (Racks, racks)
Man in the mirror with the gleam
Of the perms with the Listerine, yeah

I put fifty in that drum
Watch his knees shake
Tell lil' baby bust it slow
Like a freeze frame, ayy
(Woo, woo)
Lil 'baby, I got game like it's EA (Swish)
Ayy, lil' baby, I got game like it's EA
(Swish, swish)

Ride my dick, yeah, it
Turn white, yeah, yeah, i'm fightin'
(Huh) sippin' on that mud, yeah
(Yuh) , I can't fight this (Yuh)
Sippin' on that mud, yeah
(Yuh) , I can't fight this
Slick with the drum, yeah, yeah
Make me fire this
Opp sent a tweet, slick without my heat, dawg
Wasn't nowhere to be seen, that's on big dawg
Never let these niggas trick
You off the street, dawg
Protect trigger finger, yeah, that
Bitch itch, dawg, itch, dawg
Hol' up, I just cut a brick
Left residue on my fingers
I'm countin' blue faces on faces
I pour eights so I'm painless
Hold a Percocet and Tech, flex, yeah, sweat
Give me wet neck
Yeah, bitch, I drop like twenty on my chest
Goddamn, what the play is? Goddamn
I'm off like eight pills (Yuh)
Eight seals won't fill me well
Faded with these lines
I'm seein' demons with my eyes closed
If I pop it open
There might be no need for blindfolds
Plottin' on my enemies, 'cause
Frankly I don't like folks
Fuckin' on this opp bitch 'cause she bad
Her pussy right though
Sippin' on this Henny, movin' slow
You know what I'm on
Shit, you know what I'm on
Sippin' on this Henny, movin' slow
You know what I'm on
We want all the smoke, SSET, said intention
(Yuh) more zips than a Balmain denim (Yuh)
Rich Gang, Rich Life, we respect it
(Yuh, SSET)
Glock hold seventeen like extension (yeah)
I'm collectin' my allowance from these
Dawg hoes twice a week
Ain't no safehaven for no pussy
Ain't no shade tree on the beach
I told Zoey we gotta get up on them jet skis
(yeah)
And they know I keep the puck like Gretzky

I put fifty in that drum
Watch his knees shake
Tell lil' baby bust it slow
Like a freeze frame, ayy
Lil 'baby, I got game like it's EA
Ayy, lil' baby, I got game like it's EA

Uh, uh, call me toll free (Toll free, yeah)
Uh, coupe with the wings (With the wings, uh)
I'm connected like weef
(Just like weef, yeah)
Watch it lock up in the pot with the steam
(With the)

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