Robb Bank$ - Mobster lyrics

Hello there, you’re back
We don’t have much time to waste
The eclipse is almost here
Let’s just jump on into it, shall we? Yea!

I put that teardrop right under my eyes
Got a bitch Ronda Rousey
Knock out every night
I could hold my own funeral
So you don’t slide i can count on the bodies
And times I done cried
I was out in a mansion, Elon
Marinara sauce on me, my tie
Hoe, you can’t even dress
Trynna take up my time
Bitch say she into fashion, stop lyin’

I fake-fake fall in lovе all the time
Always dub one and I always keep a dimе
Play wit’ her pussy like I play wit’ her mind
Yellow bitch wit’ the face
Tats like Lil Skies
I heard the pussy musky, no Grimes
Off of this Tesla
Swear nothin’ can’t faze me
Let’s have a baby, name it an equation
Sorry, I can move a lil’ fast sometimes
Line outside wrapped around
Where ya’ ticket?

20, 000 hoes waitin’ in the cold to lick it
Back step, blockin’ these bitches like Tekken
Spinnin’ on my head, Eddy
I kick her out butt naked
Make somebody daughter shake what
They mama gave ‘em i ain’t no snitch but I’m
Tellin’ if you break it
Put that ass on punishment, you bad
Need a spankin’
Open yo’ mouth for these Dragon
Balls then make ya’ wishes, i
Don’t like how she talk
Braggin’ like you got me off

Made the bitch suck dick on soft
You fool, this ain’t even my final form
I’m Frieza, this ice by GiMa got me cold!
(Yea) rinnegan, snatch a bitch’s soul
I pull ‘em in, pull it out, sub ‘em in
Throw ‘em out (Yea)
I’m the type of panties she be talkin’ ‘bout
(Yea)
Pull it out the pants, make her suck sum’
(Yea)

I don’t think clear ‘til that nut gone (Yea)
She think ‘bout her future when I fuck (Yea)
I think about leavin’ after I cum (Yea)
I can make a bitch pop in a Phantom (Yea)
I don’t wanna talk ‘bout my last one (Yea)
I already got caught wit’ the last one (Yea)
Used to have to fuck her wit’ the lights off
(Yea) make it sound good for me baby, uh huh

Tell your boyfriend he a Tahitian Treat
I look so good she could fuck on my shadow
Know when I’m on wax
Niggas can’t hold the candle
I got a white bitch, Kappa Gamma, get paddled
Hump wit’ intuition, she ride like a saddle
When she bring her sorority sister
We wrestle give my seed like a farmer
And treat her like cattle
Brand a, bitch, switch
Paci’, let me, milk this, shit

Enny, Audi, Eda, Benny
Free him, out the, peni-tentiary
Baby, I’ma, give you a, physical
Pop this, lil’, Tesla, wit’ me speed it
Speed it up be-be-beat it up
Meep meep, roadrunner, never, catch me
Gold, ruby red, ruby
Like Sesshomaru, single handed, talkin’ ‘bout
(Yea)
‘Cuz I made killers and I’m a made nigga
Never gave birth but I made you bitches
(Chyea) 16, I was growin’ up, on

The block, showin’ up
First wit’ the K wit’ compression
You can ask ‘round ‘bout me, even
When I was a shorty
Make ‘em get on they knees
So I could bless ‘em my wrist like "Bust me"
My hoes like "Touch me"
When you drop that tongue ring
Come and show me something ooh ooh
She want Chanel and the diamonds and gold
Watered her like-like I ain’t
Done this before
Steady lookin’ ‘round trynna find her phone
She tried to do another line
Baby wipe yo’ nose

I put that teardrop right under my eyes
Got a bitch Ronda Rousey
Knock out every night
I could hold my own funeral
So you don’t slide i can count on the bodies
The times I done cried
I was out in a mansion, Elon
Marinara sauce on me, my tie
Hoe, you can’t even dress
Trynna take up my time
Bitch say she into fashion, stop lyin’