Robb Bank$ - On Me Batonrouge Lyrics
[Hook: Robb Bank$]Got bands on the beans let me see it I'mma get it from meTell the peoples on me, I got bond moneyLegal money, got it illegalShawty she on it, I came, she caught it splashI don’t even know why all you little ***** boys always tryna' be like meThey don't know I got lean on meYo ***** took a sip then leaned on meHey ***** I get money likeBoy I got your ho *****ing likeWhen they hear a nigga coming and I, (beep)Catch a nigga smart stunning like, that's right lil' *****[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]We all on sight, all I ever hear is on sightWell ***** nigga I'm here, look for the nigga with the hairYou walk by, no surpriseKeep using that Mangeky? then you bound to go blind***** I came on two Xan's them two milligramsAnd I'm tryna' say I pour a five jug out of spiteJust to want on yo' one cliché lean highWith the 275, still a SS niggaSmart Stunna she suck it, sound like a lisp my niggaPut it on paper I go get it like a list nigga***** around with SpaceGhost guarantee you one dead ass niggaNo issue, boy I'll die for my niggaWhat I got to be scared for? Cause your twitter bio say psychoWelll you half way thereAt least you look crazy ol' silly ass niggaPuttin' on your momma dress don't make you no killerShit, Norman Bates ass niggaAye short just dropped high school wasn't my cup of teaAnd a degree, definitely wasn't my popBut when them Zoes taught a nigga bout' them pills I listenedHad leaves, stones and mistFrom the water whip I'll hit it, my mom was on the richesHeadbands my niggaStill cut a nigga lean, still don't cut dealsFeel like the Akatsuki the way I crack seals[Hook: Robb Bank$][Verse 2: Robb Bank$]Your ***** want to suck the codeine out a niggaHigh as ***** the police, but all you do is investigate me niggaI rep FLA but no, handshakes don't mean shit to me niggaAnd ain't nobody like me shit, I'm Meg Griffin niggaAye got walk around money, look like the diamond's joggingSo a nigga think he getting questioned at dinnerWhen the waiter walk up to my table with a dumb ass statement like"Steal a sparkler"Your paycheck stuck in between my teethThese ain't pull-outs boy I'm permanently thuggin'And your main ***** love itLook how you living, eating Tyson meat for dinner, Robin Givens-ass niggaDon't know what they got until it's goneBut no refunds on your virginityNow you always got the one like TrinityBoy I *****ed your ho, then eat your soul, got it personalIt went in my unfinished mixtapeI take his ass off right after the Drake mixDusty shoe nigga say he running through a checkTell his ass shh, be quiet while I sip***** I run my city, even call the mixtape my cityOn some cliché shit, see I'm using big wordsNow I been cross the globe, met foreign hoesWe speaking in tongues and I ain't even say hello***** nigga pause on that VHS my ***** don't like that gay shitSee what happened to that 3rd nigga that tried to stripEverybody think the Trap God ain't in real life they Trap LordsLying about they sack like a dyke[Hook: Robb Bank$]
