Robb Bank$ - Defined lyrics

C2, c2, c2, c2, c2, c2, c2
C2, c2, c2, c2, c2, c2, c2
C2, c2, c2, c2, c2, c2, c2, c2
I think I might be happy nigga, it's C2
Sset, sset, sset

Nigga, know I'm too savage
I got two ratchets get your crew blasted
Roof, trashed it mazi flew past 'em
Foreign coupe, smash 'em new classic
Black and blue graphic i got two Ashleys
Blew at it pour a deuce after
I got two Fantas (sure)

Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch

Whoo-o!
She sucking that dick, she fucking the SSET
She know what to do yeah, I do
Get these niggas phone stop fucking
With me nigga lets go

Nigga, I pop three percs and go insane
I can't feel a thing
Been fucking her soft for days
I piss in your face and say rain
I ashed in her drink
Then I put that dick in her face
I hop in that pussy go ape my boxers is Bape
My dick is out for Harambe
If you a gorilla get sprayed
You niggas is lame
You popping your shit on the sink
I walk in that bitch like Aaron Carter
I got candy, ask them boys if they want it
I got 400 selling Magikarp
Got a Gyarados, drove it, then evolved it
I went in the sauna with my bracelets on me
Made water water, Tobirama tsunami
Totally drama
I pull up and pop at your momma
I got a new groove boy, I move with the llama
Nigga hop out the Fisker, Byrd gang militia
Scooped by Melissa
I'm in the kitchen, remix with Smitty
Fucked up the scale, right at the anchor
Rollie don't tick by my time is expensive
Keep my name out of
Your motherfucking mentions
Ain't on your friends list
Block up, defensive
This ain't a scrimmage, champion

Nigga, know I'm too savage
I got two ratchets get your crew blasted
Roof, trashed it mazi flew past 'em
Foreign coupe smash 'em new classic
Black and blue graphic i got two Ashleys
Blew at it pour a deuce after
I got two Fantas

Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch
Know I'm finer than your bitch

Hi, my name XXX
And you are now listening to Calendars 2
This some shit you need to listen
To while smoking a fucking joint
Straight from Broward, straight outta Broward
Gang shit, you know what I'm talking about
Harambe

That's it? Yeah, we got it
Yeah, but, uh, nigga, you can
Pull up if you want
I'm just with my homegirl
Alright, just text me the address
Cause I'm mixing this down you good?
Yeah, as soon as I'm done mixing this down

It's the service
The service all god damn fucked up hello?
You can hear me? Cool
You can hear me now?
Yeah, I can hear you, can you hear me? Robb?
You a gook, you got Metro? Happy