[Intro: Robb Bank$]
Sure, sure, sure, sure
Ay

[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
Bitch, I walk up in this house, still got ya' bitch all on my dick
You know that boy Phone sick, that's why these n***as keep check
Shook it in with the Panamerican, History X
I fucked every bitch in Broward
If I didn't I got a text

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Once again, yeah, I'm back once again
Tumblr god, go get it, put your leg up need some leverage
And every bitch I fuck starts rapping, gets reinvented
Fuck boy, you can get it
Please tell that fuck boy, that n***a can get it
Double phone shawty, mind ya business

[Chorus: Chris Travis]
Diamonds dancing, money making, tryna' blow a fan
I pull up in something complicated, I don't know ya mans
Thesе hoes keep me aggravated, I don't undеrstand
I come with heavy ammo like I'm up in final stand

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
I'm pulling right up to the place
Ain't nothing pressure, I'll wait
These n***as be faking a wave
These bitches be faking they face
My n***a, you food not cool
Fucking 'em up and making the rules
Thinking ya tough, you could lose if we ever come at you
Hoes see me out, fuck ya pussy want your soul
If you come up with some shit n***a, I'ma break your nose
Boy, I came in deep, just took down a whole four
Now I'm riding up clean
N***a, let my slides go
Or let my tires go, skrt, skrt, side note
Coming through the fuckin' door, bitch what? Bye ho
Shawty lookin' at me cold, like she seen a damn ghost
It was never my fault y'all girls turned hoes
[Chorus: Chris Travis]
Diamonds dancing, money making, tryna' blow a fan
I pull up in something complicated, I don't know ya mans
These hoes keep me aggravated, I don't understand
I come with heavy ammo like I'm up in final stand

[Bridge: Robb Bank$]
Sure, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure
Fuck n***a, you can get it
Man, who they fuckin' with?
Smart Stunnas, almighty militia
Boy, they can get it
Man, who they fuckin' with?

[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]
Ay, shut the fuck up, shut the motherfuck up
[?], yeah I'm picking n***as off one by one
Ho play in my hair print, her finger on my horns
I get paid in a virgin sacrifice to perform
Not the two or one, it's the three time, three time
Threesomes, that's me time
For you, forty-five
Got PT's like the scoreboard n***a, I keep tie
Area restricted trespass, you gon' see why, lil' bitch