Mouth (Houston)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Ay yeah a nigga gon' stunt But I can still grow on you I know you ain’t like me at first Shit that’s okay I take the blame for taking the necessary retaliation on your relationship But since the start you was well drawn to me Like Funimation did your measurements Girl you just' sucked a dick with your BF So why the fuck your texts got me thinking that you tryna fuck Then you come in my car just to motherfucking cry out Breaking Bad, Rémy, and Margate your new life A scary nigga bite his nails 'til they bleed like he tryna summon you home What jutsu you trying to perform? Nigga please, nigga bleed Hit with that dick and aligning chakras like she learning that new technique And my pupil look you in the eye and move her hair with such technique [Hook: B Way] I say her face Pussy all day We shouldn't be here in the first place Although I want you in the worst way Oh baby show me what that mouth say What that mouth say [x2] Oh baby show me what that mouth say What that mouth say [x2] Oh baby show me what that mouth say [Verse 2: Robb Banks$] I never spent a dime on a dime Nigga dollar dollar bill y’all Get your off your clip Pussy nigga you ain’t got no fire in that fake Fendi belt I don't feel y’all How ya feel, how ya' feel, how ya' feel Twenty-five and you living at ya' momma crib I tell her that I love her just to play with her emotions With the special emoji's so you know it’s incoming IPhone percussion buzzing, side bitch need company I wonder who finna accompany her cause I make an excuse Mean like, I need to leave the table How to be a playa, I been playing real life GTA all day So if you tryna run game, how big are you in chess Strip strip if I play my cards right I can get a grin out of that poker face Talking bout she got a boyfriend And I say shh Like the teacher caught us whispering during a lecture I remember I was so proud to bring you around all of my niggas Shouting out you like the single But how you like that But not enough of me to write back Ashlyn came to FLA and got fucked all day on the three As How you fucked the whole team then complain about getting played Girl, let your hair down let me lay it all down You went looking for Mr. Right and bumped into Mr. Right Now We were going with the flow but we still kept the ties rough With your 1960s look I feel like Ron Jeremy before he couldn’t get it up Fangirls getting red off Bank$ on his mean shit Even though I’mma lie and tell these girls that I ain’t mean it But if you ain’t getting mentioned to me you just ain’t mean shit I just want you to know what it really is Say I’m fucking with her mind girl I just ducking the head [Hook]