Ballout

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Robb Bank$

Richard O'Neil Burrell, better known by his stage name Robb Banks (often stylized as Robb Bank$), is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer. Born in New York City and raised in Broward County, Florida, he gained recognition with the Raider Klan movement in 2012 where he would debut his debut mixtape Calendars and its follow-up, Tha City a year later. He is best known for his association with fellow South Florida-based cloud rap artists, namely XXXTentacion and the group Members Only, as well as his 2014 singles "All the Way Live" and "On Me".Burrell has been described as having an abrasive and brash vocal delivery, with his lyrics and public image containing frequent references or tributes to anime such as Naruto. more »


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Woo, woo woo woo woo, woo
Niggas swear, niggas swear (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Niggas swear, niggas swear

I like to pull her by her hair
And break a bitch (Yuh)
I'm ten out of ten in the DM
So she came and ate my shit (Hey)
I slapped your nigga with a pimpin' after
I made you pay for it
Run out on you with that, get back in
You know I’m banging bitch (Bow bow bow)
I’ma beat you to your core and give you more
I made you famous bitch
I’m a monster, ripped off her romper (Bleh)
Cyaan rock wit' me, no sah
Me bad since a toddler (Yuh)
Put the venom in ya skin, it spreads
Cyndi Lauper (Bleh)
Your girl wanna have fun, party in my boxers
(Let's go)
And I just stocked up all my vitamins
I might just go pop 10 again (yeah, yeah)
My jacket is by Vetements
I'm on Serotonin and them Xans (yeah, yeah)
I can’t believe I fucked that bitch
At the Double Tree or at the Ritz (yeah)
These f*ck niggas is pacifists
I’m shooting at the Vatican
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m shooting at you (Clip ba ba ba ba ba ba)
Moving at you, AK in my Audi truck
Satanic, Bible on the dash, ride with me
(Ugh) pray bout it
God can’t save me from what I have done

Peace sign, let her ride in the Benz with me
(Rah rah)
Free bands, we just hopped out the feds, uh
Uh
Free SSET, got them birds on our hand, uh, uh
Meat check, she just grabbed on that dick
(Uh) she from St croix, so she
Gone work, work, work, work, work
She from VI, so she gone
Work, work, work, work, work
She from Exuma, so she gone work, work, work
Act right she end up in a Bentley Spur

Tax for the 10, I'ma sell it for the twins
Like I’m related to you
I f*ck twinny-twin-twins
In a maze, in a daze, you a rat
Die at the end
It’s gon' be a candlelight when I
Shoot you and your friends
Aye, smoke me a nigga for the free, uh (Wak)
When I look in the mirror bitch I see god
(Wak) i hit that bitch it up and down
Like a see-saw (yeah, um)
225, loud and live, know who we are, bitch
430 teardrop, make your momma cry, uh
Double S sets bitch we pulling homicide, uh
Whole SSET with it, yeah I mob when I ride
Uh and we killed all of yours who
Do not speak our mind, bitch

Free bands, we just hopped out the feds
(Rah, rah)
Yeah, free bands nigga you know what
Time it is, 430 teardrop, let get it
(Rah rah rah rah)
Free SSET, got them birds on our hand, uh, uh
(Awoo, awoo, awoo)
Yeah, black diamonds, rich gang
No bang, stunna man, bird man
She from St croix, so she
Gone work, work, work, work, work
She from VI, so she gone
Work, work, work, work, work
She from Exuma, so she gone work, work, work
Act right she end up in a Bentley Spur

Break her back in, now she leaving bowlegged
Had to clap him, got popped, he hesitated
(Brrap) pimple popped 'em
They got capped for all that capper
I done dropped him
But tryna f*ck off my ratchet
My whole bullet holes for your head
Get rejuvenated
Flexin' on your partner, while he die
That ain’t motivation real friends stab you
In the front but who can say it?
No introduction needed
We prefer staying nameless
Fauni still the shooter
Wettin' shit up and he famous (Damn)
Niggas tried to frame me, like an artist
I’m a paint it (Paint it)
Call me Mad Max in a
Demon when I’m swerving lanes
Say: "static" then we pulling up
Turn to Max Payne

Peace sign, let her ride in the Benz with me
(Rah rah)
Free bands, we just hopped out the feds, uh
Uh
Free SSET, got them birds on our hand, uh, uh
Meat check, she just grabbed on that dick
(Uh) she from St croix, so she
Gone work, work, work, work, work
She from VI, so she gone
Work, work, work, work, work
She from Exuma, so she gone work, work, work
Act right she end up in a Bentley Spur (Rawr)
Act right she end up in a Bentley (Rah, rawr)
Act right she end up in a Bentley Spu-r-r
(Rah, rawr)

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