Lyrics Robb Bank$ – SLS Freestyle
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SLS trip for the weekend
KP Beatz
AR, AR
DJ Flippp, make, make the money flip
Met a bad bitch that I met on the south side of the Bay
SLS trip for the weekend
SSET, tell me where we finna go at, where we finna stay
SLS, she freaky
Just in your bed though, oh, nigga, what happened?
Main bitch know that I’m schemin’
You paranoid, nigga, tell me how you know that
On the lurk account, she creepin’
Havin’ too much money, nigga, do you dig that?
Stack it up, no Even Steven
Pour a four, ain’t doin’ no #kickthecupchallenge
Tryna keep my drank a secret
Since the ad dried up, I ain’t been on my ?
And a nigga still ain’t queakin’
And this ain’t no trend, nigga, all I speak facts
I ain’t gotta cap on Twitter, you dig
Only around Ben and Nikki
Gucci with no snakes, new edition
Walkin’ with a no face, penny pinchin’
?
their own way, rock my dreads, no Draco
I DM my ex-bitch, I’ma hit it to the Ruff Ryder Anthem
Tie your mama up and hold her for ransom
I fuck your lil bitch with no mattress
30k for ?, can I talk?
Stuntin’ since ‘012, I ain’t get caught
I ain’t never been immortal, I been gone to the moon
Niggas bleedin’ red and I bleed green (yeah, I’m bleedin’ green)
Top floor condo scene (yeah, I know you seen)
Glass house, regular, on fleek (yeah, that bitch on fleek)
And she likin’ on me, can you dig?
Met a bad bitch that I met on the south side of the Bay
SLS trip for the weekend
SSET, tell me where we finna go at, where we finna stay
SLS, she freaky
Just in your bed though, oh, nigga, what happened?
Main bitch know that I’m schemin’
You paranoid, nigga, tell me how you know that
On the lurk account, she creepin’
Havin’ too much money, nigga, do you dig that?
Stack it up, no Even Steven
Pour a four, ain’t doin’ no #kickthecupchallenge
Tryna keep my drank a secret
Since the ad dried up, I ain’t been on my ?
And a nigga still ain’t queakin’
And this ain’t no trend, nigga, all I speak facts
I ain’t gotta cap on Twitter, dig
Bitch, bitch
You dig
Haha
Yuh
