Robb Bank$ - Refined lyrics

Baller blockin'
Chicks flapping they wings in the cockpit
I'd move them chickens to yo coop
But these crackers cock-blockin'
I'm chirpin', my niggas barkin' in St arthur
Same Volvo the way my bitch hair laid
Might try 'er out for the dog show
Let my facial hair grow
On hiatus to the five star

That's where my bitch be living
She Based God in the kitchen
She want me to eat better
But I barely touched the plate
On vacay with my main
Ain't even left were I stay
I'm South Florida foreva
I'm yellow xans foreva
And if them folks drop the charges
We can be together forever

Touch slow, fuck fast, money in my waistband
Feel my manicured hands
My accountant from the concentration camp
SS, fo' months 'til we muhfuckin dead
I'm Babidi, you Majin Vegeta
I'll put some 'M's on yo head
Blowin' tobacco by the water
I don't even like the beach
With fuckin' sand covering our bodies
I feel like motherfuckin' Gaara (Lil' bitch)
And that ass like her

Ferrari, you a stallion, hop up on that shit
Gallop, centaur girlfriend, it's horsepower
Made a net-worth off the jugg house in
Savage ask him what he 'bout
Me, Montana and Kev, we just in yo hood
Ridin' round
Black & Mild lace, so I take it to the face
All AA laced
I'll sweat the lace front off of Azelia Banks
(Mm-mmm) Gimme kiss show KDia
What she been missin' when it's me

Juice and Purrp I'm fuckin' ten mo' women
Tryna eat, like you feedin' tube ass nigga
You stabbed yo' best friend in the back?
That's the Mangekyō in you nigga
I got the Chi-Chi from amigo
Shed moonlight to Son-Goku
And with all this Cell Camo
Boy I feel like Nigo now bae, no games
I'm rich according to the gas tank
I thought I told you fuck
Niggas "We only breathe octane" pussy nigga
Stop playing I got goons for
These type of thangs
Lost yo' money and yo' bitch
All when Basquiat came (Lil bitch)

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah
And suck my fuckin' dick, boy
I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah
And suck my fuckin' dick, boy
I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah
And suck my fuckin' dick, boy
I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy
I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah
And suck my fuckin' dick, boy
I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah
And suck my fuckin' dick, boy
I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah
And suck my fuckin' dick, boy
I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah
And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I say, "Ask 'em what he 'bout"
These fashion thugs'll never wear me out
You ain't live
I fashioned myself as the best rapper alive
It's the Savage, reincarnate
Swordfish, South Florida savage Life
Wish a ho nigga would cross that border
And I'm back puffin' on canna-b
You know "a year" mean a week
Sesshōmaru pussy

I did it all single handedly
Look at the time
A nigga got famous over night
Laughing at 'cho Robitussin lean
As I sippeth my Sprite
Fuck niggas on my mind? I got one-two many
So I turn to Disney Channel and think
Of what I’d do to Demi
And boy shoutout to my Raiders
Nigga, Purrp and Simmie
And I'll sweat the fuck out yo' weave
Bitch but only if it's Remy

I need a, project bitch, with a
Eighteen-inch sew-in
That I can pull when I give her this infinite
Shit, count that in inches
Put a fo' in that lemon-lime, or a six
And add about two mo' of them shit's
Lil bitch robb Bank$, Illuminati
And I’m loadin' up Kamehameha Waves in
The clip of my K triple-six, I’m atheist
You thinking "What did he just say?" good
Tryna remove all you dumb niggas
From my fuckin' fan base

Bitch, I walk around North Lauderdale
Like "Fuck err'body!" added my lil twist
But ain't no age on this money
Boi you fuck around with them folks
That's how Haze got his ass smoked
And what the fuck you pussy ass
Niggas know 'bout bein' broke?!
I can't relate, i'm trying to get more in
Touch with my fan base cause I know a lot of
These poor jit's is saying

"Robb Bank$ is just scrait" "Come again?"
What I tell my Spanish lady when she
Speak that Daddy Yankee to my dogs
Her name "Kilo", her sister name "8 ball"
We can POV if you turn up that
MJG and take that ass out
Why they call em "8 balls"
If they don't bounce? All roses ain't red
And if they violets
Why the fuck is them shit's blue?
Boi, I'm burning purple flowers I'm finna'
Pass that ho to you

Cause I shouldn't be this high
Boi, I got shit to do
Sixty pills that I got to sell and I
Can't get my bitch out the pool
Cause she ain't never been to the
Islands or popped a Blue Dolphin
So she think I'm Aquaman when I
Fuck her ass in that water
Caught a body on my old jag
Went back to the car show
Dressed in Carharrt Michigan
Fuck Big Sean though (Pussy) ya lil' bitch
Boi, suck my fucking dick

I bet she say "Sure" to me
And I swerve when she use her teeth ketchup
Marmalade and butter all up on my bread
That’s blood
Copper and gold all mixed in with my money
Dopeboy pic
Flick me up while I’m still stuntin'
In that whip that I had yo bitch
My nigga, she pop the
Plan-B when I'm fuckin', nigga

"Fine, fine" i say it twice to emphasize
You boys is pie-pie
Put it on my mama, pussy nigga
I’ll take ya life-life
I said "I'm finer than my bitch"
She wanna live that Savage Life
So I knew that bitch was fine (Lil' bitch)
Bank$ like to drank bank$ like to smoke
Bank$ finna po' the Qualitest on his 'Ports
Smoking and I'm sippin' at the same damn time
Ashley say I’m actin brand new
Damn right bitch, now I'm fine

And if I see a number I don't know
That means they want somethin’ from me
That means you stopped fuckin’ wit me
So you ain't gettin money, boi
I decline my past, turn the TV on and Ash
Might laugh while a nigga keep up
Wit the life of Ash said "I made it" when I
Started DMin err'day wit Cadie
Jus had mo' to speak on when she
Said she ain't keeping the baby
It's all gravy

Wasn’t no thang but a chicken wing
Cause I done made birds fly
Fiends love Popeyes y'all know what I do
Well, y'all know what I did, bruh
Hangin' on the roof like Bishop
Dolo, if you don count Juuce
I'm in Margate wit' my family
Boy, my hood is like a planet
If I send some 8 balls to Frieza
I bet he won't come back to Namek
I'm King Cold

Bottles of King Cobra in the cooler
Roll a dutch, you smokin' L's
Boy, you a muhfuckin' loser
Chocolate tree wrap
Mixed with Canada Northern Lights
Broccoli when the smoke leave the
Lip of that mocha my bitch, she playin' Soca
Said she ain't like it 'til she was older
'Round twenty-eleven then we cop the
Douja from her friend
Bitch, show me love and a peace sign
Get punani in the Benz

Last I talked to her and when
Now she complainin' to her friend
'Bout how she always first to hit me
Up when it's time to fuck
I tell 'er "Vibe", Vybz Kartel, lightin' up
Bathin' in cake soap
With a tub full of money
And this new bitch pussy too nice
Like it want somethin' from me

Keep it Down South wit' them mollies
Boy I don't fuck around
And only a ho put another
Ho's name in they mouth
Now my ex-bitch too friendly
Say she wanna get back wit' me
But ho I know when you kissin' Robb
Bank$ and when you kissin' Richard, bitch

"Fine, fine" i say it twice to emphasize
You boys is pie-pie
Put it on my mama, pussy nigga
I’ll take ya life-life
I said "I'm finer than my bitch"
She wanna live that Savage Life
So I knew that bitch was fine (Lil' bitch)
Bank$ like to drank bank$ like to smoke
Bank$ finna po' the Qualitest on his 'Ports
Smoking and I'm sippin' at the same damn time
Ashley say I’m actin brand new
Damn right bitch, now I'm fine

She wanted something more than "just us"
But moanin' that loud ain't
Doing me no justice
Y'all forgot what real niggas look like, huh?