Robb Bank$ - It Wasn't Me lyrics

[Verse 1] f** with me, tell em n***as stop f**in' Cloverfield hope you run out of luck with me I'm at the void feed them models with Xans Keep that sh** low I ain't tell em (?) I done had s** scandals in the press I heard your mixtape, it was sweat All of your chains look like f**ing scraps I was in Rollin Loud with the strap [Hook:] But it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me Hit 35, I'm for the P It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me I can get 35 for the P [Verse 2] Right over left for my stone Puppet n***a hands full These n***as hatin cause they poor Might get em booked for a show Marsha heart still broke, seen that cutie up close Hoe you work at whole foods on the low Bet that p**y still got GMO Boy we never was broke, for that we did that song And no pressure lil n***a, no respect for you doe Boy i'm stoned to the bone, never once wifed a hoe Ashley couldn't get me, so she went got a clone I been waitin all summer been bitin my tongue Lit these n***as, Haunter fresh out the bong Head to sleep to and blew up on my phones Dei-dara on these clones [Hook:] But it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me Hit 35, I'm for the P It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me I can get 35 for the P [Bridge] Bastic, whattup, get yo a** kicked Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin p**y actin hard I give him everything he askin (b**h) [Verse 3] How you let Shaggy son rip you? How you let Shaggy son get you? You let Shaggy son get the pistol Shaggy son tired of the b**hin Shaggy son went to far in women Shaggy son just might run up and hit you Shaggy son couldn't f** with you n***as Shaggy son was the one didn't I tell you n***a I chopped the top, go outta space, I smoke to the face Broke show, can't get a taste, when i look at you i see the hate Put you in yo place, I finally came out the plate Boy I put a pistol to ya face n***a i'm dank swear that I feel like 10k And i'm feelin like 09' Wayne, bet you feel like SGP [Hook:] But it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me Hit 35, I'm for the P It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me I can get 35 for the P [Bridge] Bastic, whattup, get yo a** kicked Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin p**y actin hard I give him everything he askin (b**h)