Текст песни Rob Da Bank - Plug Reexe

Ya ya
Bitch wanna know where I'm at
In the lab, cookin' up some raps
Tryna make a couple racks real quick
Real quick
I cannot quit
Why would quit
Bitch, I'm the shit
Bitch, I'm the shit
What the fuck
Ay
Don't need sleep when you tryna run your bands up
Took her on a date, robbed the bank, put your hands up
When we go to war, man down, pick your mans up
Dick inside your whore, face down with her ass up
Ain't shit funny when you gettin to this money
Why you jokin' with me, I ain't into stand up
Yeah
I ain't never get no fuckin' handout
Fuck fitting in, I'ma stand tall, I was born to stand out
Real ones know I been really on my shit though
Tryna get rich, if I go broke, then it's kick door
Finna hit a lick, told my bro send the info
Why you talkin' shit, you still rockin' counterfeit gold
Thick hoe, I been tryna fuck, she the thoat goat
So I've been told by my bro and my bro's bro
Pull my phone out, told her pose for the photo
Certified freak hoe, only got four toes
I was like, damn hoe, where'd your toe go
Said she cut it off when she was playin' with a pogo
How'd it even happen? I think that she just a dumb hoe
When I rap, I gotta go hard, don't wanna go home
You ain't never had a bitch talkin' dirty on her house phone
I'm comin' over, I'ma fuck then send her back home
Gave the bitch my number, she ain't knew it was my trap phone
Back shots, finna break a bitch with no backbone
Gotta get it quick, I'm not happy when the money slow
Make a bih cum with my tip, yes, I'm one of those
Swimmin' in that bih like a fish, she a water hose
She so wet, man, I shoulda brought some other clothes
When it comes to rappin' I'm the best, y'all don't come close
I'm the hottest youngin' comin' up from the West Coast
Told that bitch that I don't give a fuck for the upmost
2022 is my year, finna touch gold

Ay, I could do this shit with no effort, no pressure
I just bought the store, you still playin' dress up
I got 25 lighters on my dresser
I know I'ma get paid today, I'm blessed that I'm next up
You still work that 9 to 5, I know you stressin'
I just spent your check, a Chrome Hearts necklace
Broke her damn heart, told her I don't got a med kit
Pop this plan b, why you talkin' bout protection
Phone on DND, cause I know you tryna text me
Doin' the right thing, I know God be tryna test me
I'm not rich forever yet so why would I be resting
I got bitches callin' me to tell me I'm the next thing, I know that
They see me goin' up, I know you so mad
Damn, that bitch sold the bag
Kickin' in your door, you gon' tell me where the yola at
Signed my first deal, Toni told me not to blow my whole advance

Ha, just like that, just like that, bitch
I'm so cracked, like I'm on crack bitch
And my new bitch out so fat, bitch
Bitch wanna know where I'm at
In the lab, cookin' up some raps
Just to make a couple racks real quick