Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Green Star «TUH!

All the way from the top
And it don’t stop
Drank up
What’s goodie

These niggas wanna hate on me cause I ran up the sack
Fuck nigga tried to DM me, I ain’t gone write you back
I don’t want no ties to you and find you laying on your back
Yeah, that bitch bought me McDonald’s, she said I «look like a snack»
Bitch ass nigga, she call me mister
Eat on her pussy, then kiss your sister
Ain’t no stain, but a hero killed her
A bird don’t fly without my permission
You want me to drop a hit first
You look bad with the contour
Yea, let’s talk, let’s converse
Dream Mode Converse
Put a big B on my truck, finna slide on you, no rolling «Tuh»
Gentlemen, just might «Tuh», bitch, I look elegant, boy, watch me stunt
Femto bring that 4, finna air it out with the window up
And I walk around one on one, with a gun, my mama ain’t raise no punk
Opp shit, pop shit, 12 can’t stop shit
Ralo, my nigga, ?
Ten percs, pop them, get money with my team, bitch
Count fifteen thousand, ?