Robb Bank$ - Practice Lyrics
feat. Sir Michael Rocks[Intro: Robb Bank$ speaking]I'm fresher niggaLook at you, broke assI know you thirstyHundred dollar cup *****Broward County***** off my dick man for realThis shit real niggaRaining moneySmart Stunnas this shit epicYou lil' *****[HOOK: Robb Bank$]I ***** your ***** just for practice, practiceWe jump your ass just for practice, practiceWe sip that lean just for practice, practiceAnd ***** we global you need an atlas to find your *****She lied to you just for practice, about sucking my dickMan that shit was just for practiceAnd you made her moan my nigga she was trying to practiceFor your savage and ***** I'm perfect, I don't needa practicePractice[Verse 1: Sir Micheal Rocks]Xan with the pour upPut it with her sprite man she ain't even know itShe ain't even trippin', AMG's we whippin'You niggas like glass bottlesMy nigga that's hollowMy last follow I beat the ***** like it stole somethingFold paper like I fold shirtsYou a national holiday, no work, no school, no classGot a beef with the 12th, they pulling them over that reefer they smellThat shit's enough to get them in the trunkSmell like a skunk and he keeping them bailLuckily G I'm a G with the spellsDrawing a star with a circle aroundWith the custom Coogi's, where my girls? Them *****ing moviesPluck a gem up out her chest, even if it's just a ruby throw it backWe don't need it, looking for the opals by the sackAnd mixing gold with the plaque[Hook: Robb Bank$][Verse 2: Robb Bank$]Boy I got bands on me rite nowS.S ***** I’m just talking that usual mane, money habitsMy Broward home so big look like a concentration campBaby I was born in a palace then got exiled into jailBut I swear all these hoes is Raditz get weak once I squeeze that tailI say I drop a ***** boy and let him move around with that ocean current, no ***** boys, this ain't Channel OrangeTwo phone prepaid metro if you want it don't text ***** call meMan I'll cut your shit so goodI guarantee that your ass gon' be happy that you bought itThis ***** say Robb Bank$ *****ed me, Robb Bank$ a snakeI got a little Orochimaru livin’ inside me I only want that ***** for her bodyI think my tricks is catching up to a nigga***** you ***** with a nigga and yea I'll *****, but I really don't ***** with you nigga'sI say double cup flower pot threw soil in the soda popCup so dirty that a rose may grow and a nigga gave the bouquet to your mother*****in' mainGot no time on my hands overlook the presidentialOverlook the city in the suite make sure these nigga's know ain't shit on my side sweetAye it's savage life *****, This ain't the *****in' Tipton, but I still keep two twins and stupid dumb head from a rich asian *****Nigga say he want his money back nigga say the lean cutTold him I don't do no refunds then looked at him like whatBoy I'll put up 88 keys just to end a nigga like youNow thats a piano on your head, like a *****ing Looney ToonBoy I'll put yo whole life in a bezel, pint half way fullDon’t know no halfway crooks never we do full steals if you a full lick I'll make my shit clap like full metalPut a play together dope jumpin out the gymYour main ***** say she tryna' run a scrimmage[Hook]
