On Me (Batonrouge)

[Hook: Robb Bank$] Got bands on me, beans on me, see it on me, get it from me Tellin peoples on me, I got bond money Legal money, got it illegal Shawty she on it, I came, she caught it splash I don’t even know why all you little fuck boys always tryna' be like me They don't know I got lean on me Yo bitch took a sip then leaned on me Hey bitch I get money like Boy I got your ho fucking like When they hear a nigga coming they like (beep) Catch a nigga smart stunning like, that's right lil' bitch [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] We all on sight, all I ever hear is on sight Well fuck nigga I'm here, look for the nigga with the hair You walk by, no surprise Keep using that Mangekyō then you bound to go blind Bitch I came on two Xan's them two milligrams And I'm tryna' say I pour a five jug out of spite Just to want on yo' one cliché lean high With the 275, still a SS nigga Smart Stunna she suck it, sound like a lisp my nigga Put it on paper I go get it like a list nigga Fuck around with SpaceGhost guarantee you one dead ass nigga No issue, boy I'll die for my nigga What I got to be scared for? Cause your twitter bio say psycho, well you half way there At least you look crazy ol' silly ass nigga Puttin' on your momma dress don't make you no killer Shit, Norman Bates ass nigga Aye subject dropped high school wasn't my cup of tea And a degree, definitely wasn't my pop But when them Zoes taught a nigga bout' them pills I listened Had leaves, stones and mist From the water whip I'll hit it, my mind was on the riches Headbands my nigga Still cut a nigga lean, still don't cut deals Feel like the Akatsuki the way I crack seals [Hook: Robb Bank$] [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Your bitch want to suck the codeine out a nigga High as fuck the police, but all you do is investigate me nigga I rep FLA but no, handshakes don't mean shit to me nigga And ain't nobody like me shit, I'm Meg Griffin nigga Aye got walk around money, look like the diamond's jogging So a nigga think he getting questioned at dinner When the waiter walk up to my table with a dumb ass statement like "Distilled or sparkled?" Your paycheck stuck in between my teeth These ain't pull-outs boy I'm permanently thuggin' And your main bitch love it Look how you living, eating Tyson meat for dinner, Robin Givens-ass nigga Don't know what they got until it's gone But no refunds on your virginity Now you always got the one like Trinity Boy I fucked your ho to neo-soul, got it personal As one of my unfinished mixes I take his ass off right after the dranks mixed Dusty shoe nigga say he running through a check Tell his ass shh, be quiet while I sip Bitch I run my city, even call the mixtape my city On some cliché shit, see I'm using big words Now I been cross the globe, met foreign hoes We speaking in tongues and I ain't even say hello Pussy nigga pause on that VHS my bitch don't like that gay shit See what happened to that 3rd nigga that tried to strip Everybody think the Trap God ain't in real life they Trap Lords Lying about they sack like a dyke [Hook: Robb Bank$]