WWE ft. RBNZAY4Life & RBN2x Lyrics

A lot of grams, wrap them bitches up and get them out of here

A lot of bands, run them bitches up and get on out of here

Don't got a lot of friends, I don't need you niggas, got my brothers nem

They strapped like Taliban, boy, I advise you not to fuck with them

If I ain't got no shots on me, then I can't get comfy

Movin' in slow motion, got that drink up in my tummy

All my partners wanna bust it, they ain't tryna do no tussling

And yo drink look kinda thin, it's kinda givin' Robitussin

LOL, you's a goofy, sippin' on that fake drink

Back in that mode, rise from the dead, yeah, here come Big Bank

Not a loser no more, they do what the bank say

And I'm quick to tell a whore, get the fuck up out my face

Smokin' on this Doja, helpin' me keep my composure

And it's strictly business, nigga, playtime is over

Nigga runnin' up on us, guarantee he meet the blower

Rope chain around my neck look like it's dipped in some water

Jumped off in that trap, now I'm knee-deep in that water

You can hit my cell phone, nigga, come and place a order

I remember when I started, I was only flippin' quarters

Now I go pick up my packages in closed quarters

Niggas barely in the game, I'm ballin' all four quarters

Baby girl got some ass, yeah, that thing sittin' heavy

Gun like a box of pizza, eight slices hot and ready ready

Got the bread in the box, you can call me Lil Zippy

Flashlight and the beam, got the gun a lil' heavy

Sippin drank while I'm drivin', kinda hard to keep steady

A lot of grams, wrap them bitches up and get them outta here

A lot of bands, run them bitches up and get on outta here

Don't got a lot of friends, I don't need you niggas, got my brothers now

They stripped like Taliban, boy, I advise you not to fuck with them

Yeah, we in this business, smokin' dope, we gettin' so hot

Keep on talkin' tough, I swear to God, you might just fuckin' die

Ready to Lul Tim a nigga, I'm bound to fuckin' slide

Bout them three letters, hell yeah, I'm gon' fuckin' slide

Told two times, he better hit him in his fuckin' spine

I'm from the Mo, where niggas talk tough on the fuckin' net

Walk past them in public hell nah, they not tryna fuckin' check

I'm a big dog in the Mo, I at these niggas neck

Two times in this bitch for RBN, I'm a fuckin' step

I ain't gon' stop goin' up, gotta get a check

In the trap, liftin' weight like the gym, I'm a fuckin' flex

Beam on the Glock, headshot, aim for the neck

Gang got a chop, ready to rock, gon' rip his vest

A lot of grams, wrap them bitches up and get them outta here

A lot of bands, run them bitches up and get on outta here

Don't got a lot of friends, I don't need you niggas, got my brothers now

They strapped like Taliban, boy, I advise you not to fuck with them