[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Ay, who want it, girl I know you want it
Fuck you till you get to moaning like (Sure, sure)
And stop talking girl, you know your voice annoying
Tryna' pretend we in love, got you right where I want you
You and your friends been talking 'bout how I put it on ya
Girl proceed with caution your heart might get broken
To all the hoes I never texted back I'm not sorry
Cause' I rather get you hurt before I get caught up
I got syrup poured up, got the fire on tuck
Pussy n***a run up, he gon' get done up (Sure)
You want pressure, then it's pressure, n***a say the word
Me and Chris fucking your bitch passed her, it’s Pou turn
Hit a U-turn in that pussy swerved off
Too gone man, what the fuck these pussy n***as on?
And I fucked her on the futon
Pussy n***a run and tell ya bitch who dropped the new song
When I was in her walls boy, I left my shoes on
Left ya bitch and my dog got her like Jimmy Neutron
Black clover, leader of the occult for the children
Went head to head in tug a war against Robbin Williams
Veins pump tonic, mouth salivating hi-tech
Bitch lick my wounds she gon' taste tumblr hype
Last of my kind watch me reprising the candle light
Boy, your bitch mine, watch how I get her right
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Is you fucking with me?
Man, I know she fucking with me
Hit her and she ad-libin' like (Sure, sure)
Stop talking, pussy n***as don't want it, boy you know your ass pussy like (Sure, sure)
You know we on it, all my savages is on it
We ain't doing no talking, still 2phoneshawty
Bae that pussy poison and talking to me
Ask and you shall receive, now adlib for me like
Sure (x32)

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Bitch call me Medusa, hair long as a serpent
Waterboyz here to drown the whole surface
Black doors, black walls embedded with curtains
And I just wanna know, is she for certain?
Bitch stop lying, you twenty and you a virgin
Is you gone fuck? This convo seeming worthless
Let me fill you up with drugs like I'm a surgeon
I'm a dirty n***a, she clean me like detergent
That shit mean I'll probably come and murk ya
But she might stop me so I'll just have to hurt ya
Fuck being broke, I swear that I'm allergic
Got money now, I don't know how to splurge it
N***as claiming this and that bitch, stop converting
Splitting up the bands in ways like a conversion
Chopping n***as heads and wrapping 'em in a turban
Uber me, shawty pull up in a suburban
Tell ya ho to slide she coming fast like it's urgent
Young Chris Travis that n***a ya haven't heard it
Waterboyz, SS, pulling up on the curb bitch
When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick
When we pulling up the pressure lift up her skirt quick
Riding in the fast lane way above surface, if you wanna come get [?], bitch