Practice

[Intro: Robb Bank$ speaking] I'm fresher nigga Look at you, broke ass I know you thirsty Hundred dollar cup bitch Broward County Fuck off my dick man for real This shit real nigga Raining money Smart Stunnas this shit epic You lil' bitch [HOOK: Robb Bank$] I fuck your bitch just for practice, practice We jump your ass just for practice, practice We sip that lean just for practice, practice And bitch we global you need an atlas to find your bitch She lied to you just for practice, about sucking my dick Man that shit was just for practice And you made her moan my nigga she was trying to practice For your savage and bitch I'm perfect, I don't needa practice Practice [Verse 1: Sir Micheal Rocks] Xan with the pour up Put it with her sprite man she ain't even know it She ain't even trippin', AMG's we whippin' You niggas like glass bottles My nigga that's hollow My last follow I beat the pussy like it stole something Fold paper like I fold shirts You a national holiday, no work, no school, no class Got a beef with the 12th, they pulling them over that reefer they smell That shit's enough to get them in the trunk Smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail Luckily G I'm a G with the spells Drawing a star with a circle around With the custom Coogi's, where my girls? Them fucking movies Pluck a gem up out her chest, even if it's just a ruby throw it back We don't need it, looking for the opals by the sack And mixing gold with the plaque [Hook: Robb Bank$] [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Boy I got bands on me rite now S.S bitch I’m just talking that usual mane, money habits My Broward home so big look like a concentration camp Baby I was born in a palace then got exiled into jail But I swear all these hoes is Raditz get weak once I squeeze that tail I say I drop a fuck boy and let him move around with that ocean current, no fuck boys, this ain't Channel Orange Two phone prepaid metro if you want it don't text bitch call me Man I'll cut your shit so good I guarantee that your ass gon' be happy that you bought it This bitch say Robb Bank$ fucked me, Robb Bank$ a snake I got a little Orochimaru livin’ inside me I only want that bitch for her body I think my tricks is catching up to a nigga Bitch you fuck with a nigga and yea I'll fuck, but I really don't fuck with you nigga's I say double cup flower pot threw soil in the soda pop Cup so dirty that a rose may grow and a nigga gave the bouquet to your motherfuckin' main Got no time on my hands overlook the presidential Overlook the city in the suite make sure these nigga's know ain't shit on my side sweet Aye it's savage life bitch, This ain't the fuckin' Tipton, but I still keep two twins and stupid dumb head from a rich asian bitch Nigga say he want his money back nigga say the lean cut Told him I don't do no refunds then looked at him like what Boy I'll put up 88 keys just to end a nigga like you Now thats a piano on your head, like a fucking Looney Toon Boy I'll put yo whole life in a bezel, pint half way full Don’t know no halfway crooks never we do full steals If you a full lick I'll make my shit clap like full metal Put a play together dope jumpin out the gym Your main bitch say she tryna' run a scrimmage [Hook]