Robb Bank$ - SO INTO YU lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, Ha ha ha ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah you know I can get into
Sweet shit,  you feel me
 like for the hoes and shit like that
(yeah, yeah)
Know they love it, love it, love it 
(Love it)

I remember I bought that bitch two
Necklaces she flaugin'
Now she on the ’Gram wit' every nigga
She big ballin'
And when his bag run out don’t
Come back and do no talkin'
Baby, on yo knees crawlin'
The vending machine broken
Ain't no chips hoe seen yo home-girl
I might touch it go on the 'Gram fuck it
Get reckless on my story

Baby girl you missed your blessings
Why you ridin' in that Honda?
Could've took you up out that water
But bitch now you a goner (Okay hoe)
I took a straight shot of
Tris on the weekend, ooh
I'm lickin’ on your thighs like seasoning
Ooh i been thuggin’
Runnin' through these streets up to no good
Still king, swear niggas they commit treason
For real though

Who really fucking with my SSET
In this bitch though
Four thirty tear hoe, bitch get a tissue
I’ma roll my weed up
Got a model with her feet up
I swear I want life so plush you'd
Think I won it at the arena
Come on lil biddy-bitch you know that
This shit more than affection

I would've traded it all in a orderly fashion
I know that you miss takin' that
Dick in the villa in Miami
I’m fabulous, they Fabuloso
Nigga you should clean my floor
You look like you hold a door, I pull off
Aventador for yo bitch I'ma connoisseur
So I get pussy-mouth galore
I call her bae, she call me god
So when we fuck she screamin' "Lord"
She love to see me in the morn'
But when she wake up she sore

She say "Phone I really like what
You done to bring me here" (Swear)
Falcon castle in the hills
(Brr) , bring me yo soul and leave it there
Swear ooh, I really like
(Oh) what you done to me, I feel (Oh oh)
No, I can't really explain it
(Oh) , but I just been itchin' to shoot

Grr, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Big dog, nigga, no roof (Facts)
Two, two two, two two, yeah
(Wak, wak wak wak)
Don't call me 2Phone no more neither
Femto, King of Longing (yeah, yeah)
See that, dope dealing, cat peelin'

(Wak wak, wak) hoe stealin' (Wak
Wak wak wak, rah, rah)
Pussy nigga (Yuh, yuh)
And a nigga been on that (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Stay on that, so be on that when I see you
(SSET)
That's for niggas and hoes (Both of 'em)
Fuck you, yeah, yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Woop, wak, wak, wak sSET