Practice - Robb Bank$, Sir Michael Rocks

I’m fresher nigga

Look at you, broke ass

I know you thirsty

Hundred dollar cup bitch

Broward County

Fuck off my dick man for real

This shit real nigga

Raining money

Smart Stunnas this shit epic

You lil' bitch

I fuck your bitch just for practice, practice

We jump your ass just for practice, practice

We sip that lean just for practice, practice

And bitch we global you need an atlas to find your bitch

She lied to you just for practice, about sucking my dick

Man that shit was just for practice

And you made her moan my nigga she was trying to practice

For your savage and bitch I’m perfect, I don’t needa practice

Practice

Xan with the pour up

Put it with her sprite man she ain’t even know it

She ain’t even trippin', AMG’s we whippin'

You niggas like glass bottles

My nigga that’s hollow

My last follow I beat the pussy like it stole something

Fold paper like I fold shirts

You a national holiday, no work, no school, no class

Got a beef with the 12th, they pulling them over that reefer they smell

That shit’s enough to get them in the trunk

Smell like a skunk and he keeping them bail

Luckily G I’m a G with the spells

Drawing a star with a circle around

With the custom Coogi’s, where my girls?

Them fucking movies

Pluck a gem up out her chest, even if it’s just a ruby throw it back

We don’t need it, looking for the opals by the sack

And mixing gold with the plaque

Boy I got bands on me rite now

S.S bitch I’m just talking that usual mane, money habits

My Broward home so big look like a concentration camp

Baby I was born in a palace then got exiled into jail

But I swear all these hoes is Raditz get weak once I squeeze that tail

I say I drop a fuck boy and let him move around with that ocean current,

no fuck boys, this ain’t Channel Orange

Two phone prepaid metro if you want it don’t text bitch call me

Man I’ll cut your shit so good

I guarantee that your ass gon' be happy that you bought it

This bitch say Robb Bank$ fucked me, Robb Bank$ a snake

I got a little Orochimaru livin' inside me I only want that bitch for her body

I think my tricks is catching up to a nigga

Bitch you fuck with a nigga and yea I’ll fuck, but I really don’t fuck with you

nigga’s

I say double cup flower pot threw soil in the soda pop

Cup so dirty that a rose may grow and a nigga gave the bouquet to your

motherfuckin' main

Got no time on my hands overlook the presidential

Overlook the city in the suite make sure these nigga’s know ain’t shit on my

side sweet

Aye it’s savage life bitch, This ain’t the fuckin' Tipton, but I still keep two

twins and stupid dumb head from a rich asian bitch

Nigga say he want his money back nigga say the lean cut

Told him I don’t do no refunds then looked at him like what

Boy I’ll put up 88 keys just to end a nigga like you

Now thats a piano on your head, like a fucking Looney Toon

Boy I’ll put yo whole life in a bezel, pint half way full

Don’t know no halfway crooks never we do full steals

If you a full lick I’ll make my shit clap like full metal

Put a play together dope jumpin out the gym

Your main bitch say she tryna' run a scrimmage