SHOOTOUT Lyrics – Robb Bank$

SHOOTOUT Lyrics by Robb Bank$

(I’m working on dying)
Roll the blunt, James, please, bruh
Thank you, my brother
You dig? Greenhearted

Woo, woo, woo
Let’s get it
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Uh, uh, uh, uh, spread my wings
Uh, uh, uh, uh, get my lane
Yeah, that’s what it is, n#gg#

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
For real, okay
Opp on sight, shoot a n#gg# (Yeah)
Cops outside, shootin’ n#gg#s (Brr, brr)

Baby momma outside, shoot a n#gg# (Brr)
Why you walkin’ with your chop? Shoot a n#gg# (Brr, brr)
If you on trial, shoot a n#gg# (Brr, brr)
All my n#gg#s doin’ time, shoot a n#gg# (Brr)

See a b#tch you don’t like, shoot a n#gg# (Yeah)
Got two guns on me like Tomb Raider (Yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, rah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Fact, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 2PhoneShawty green hearted (Ya, digg)
Green beam, I’ma hit my target (Bow)

Got a hundred bands in my pockets
And I got your b#tch on molly (Rah, rah, rah)
And I got your b#tch off molly (Facts, yuh)
Top notch spill, no stylist (Yuh)

Got a hundred round drum my closet (Yuh)
Got the Gucci smellin’ like gunpowder (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Baby, the ice don’t get much louder (SSET)
f#ck the priest, don’t need no guidance (Brr)

Bet your girlfriend drained my bladder (Woo)
24K golden showers
Got a b#tch to text me, you would think it’s Ripley’s
Believe it or not, she said she finna f#ck the whole team

I don’t really give a f#ck for p#ss#, money, or lean
You know I love confrontation, tell them drop the addy
Opp on sight, shoot a n#gg# (Yeah)
Cops outside, shootin’ n#gg#s (Brr, brr)

Baby momma outside, shoot a n#gg# (Brr)
Why you walkin’ with your chop? Shoot a n#gg# (Brr, brr)
If you on trial, shoot a n#gg# (Brr, brr)
All my n#gg#s doin’ time, shoot a n#gg# (Brr)

See a b#tch you don’t like, shoot a n#gg# (Yeah)
Got two guns on me like Tomb Raider (Yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, rah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Fact, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 2PhoneShawty green hearted (Ya, digg)
Green beam, I’ma hit my target (Bow)

Got a hundred bands in my pockets
And I got your b#tch on molly (Rah, rah, rah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain’t even gotta say nothing

Pull up in the whip, push buttons
Rolls-Royce big, it’s a hummer (Vroom)
Man, I hope you don’t love her
That girl that you try pop out with, man, I had that b#tch last summer

Girl like, left eye, aye, uh
Chopper like T.I, aye, uh
Handle my beehive
b#tch, I got three eyes (Yeah, what?)

Slatt, that’s a beehive
Green like key lime
FN got three sights (Slatt)
Mini chopper, that’s a P90

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah)
SSET, SSET, SSET, SSET (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let’s get it, let’s get it (Falcionia, Lil Uzi)

Pop that perk, that 3 to the 30-inch on my smith and rims
I can’t see no hater diamond Cartier on my lens
I turn to Darth Vader, matte-black, yeah, that’s on my Benz
Inside red, lightsaber, f#cked your b#tch like once again

Smoke out the pound, you smokin’ out the quarter still, got a b#tch up in Lauderdale
I just put my dick up right in your daughter still
My diamonds they water still (Water)
Had to leave ’em b#tches sparklin’, sparklin’ still

‘Cause I paid a half a mil’
No, no, no, you don’t get no cash for real
I just spent half a reel
Opp on sight, shoot a n#gg# (Yeah)

Cops outside, shootin’ n#gg#s (Brr, brr)
Baby momma outside, shoot a n#gg# (Brr)
Why you walkin’ with your chop? Shoot a n#gg# (Brr, brr)
If you on trial, shoot a n#gg# (Brr, brr)

All my n#gg#s doin’ time, shoot a n#gg# (Brr)
See a b#tch you don’t like, shoot a n#gg# (Yeah)
Got two guns on me like Tomb Raider (Yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Rah, rah)
I’ma do the Benz, no ‘Rari (Fact, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 2PhoneShawty green hearted (Ya, digg)

Green beam, I’ma hit my target (Bow)
Got a hundred bands in my pockets
And I got your b#tch on molly (Rah, rah, rah)
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Robb Bank$ Lyrics – SHOOTOUT

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