Robb Bank$ - Broward County Legend (Carol Springs) lyrics

[Intro] Y'all n***as be thuggin' in your tweets, sweet in the streets. I don't get it! What's really good? Y'all n***as really getting it how you say you getting it? Y'all n***as really trappin'? Y'all n***as think this sh** a game? It ain't We trying to get rich out here n***a You got money or naw? You trying to get money? You trying to get money, keep your muthaf**in' mouth shut, mind your own muthaf**in' business Stop @'ing n***as. If you gon' @ a n***a, smack a n***a when you see him? Ight? [Verse 1: Robb Banks] Chris Brown, Drake n***as throwing around bottled up emotions Got your main on call b**h, Two Phone Shawty Sending straight to the point messages, I ain't finessing your b**h with p**y a** Emoji's Real country boy I never rode a subway But my thumb in your b**h waistband like she sponsored by Subway SS n***as we Nazis. sh**, boy we got names for your ho She took one look, and knew we had money, so how you gon say that the bank gone broke? I can tell that you started from the bottom, you still a** n***a Same clothes everyday, cartoon a** n***a I made sh** move n***a like you mad cause your daddy new job offer made you change schools my n***a Y'all boys look offended, sh**. 2013, goons wearing dresses So if you really be in the trap house then why we can't address it? I'm Ray Charles with it, employee I don't even see the keys and a lot of recipes done been through this kitchen boy But I ain't ever smelled pie. Need to get your mind right b**h I seen your b**h, and all her friends standing by the entrance, I was in the VIP. sh** Shikamaru trying to get attached to her silhouette I got a new b**h, but you know her as your girlfriend, let me guess, you wrestling with your emotions And I'm pushing you over the edge, just think with your head my n***a I pull out that sledgehammer, you and me is different pedigrees And I got a spell like [?] [Hook: Robb Bank$] I f**ed your b**h with no rubber, that sh** was legendary I cracked the seal then reseal that b**h, boy that's legendary I'm the realest, nah I'm surrealist. Boy I'm legendary And Dooney painted Bari at the Filmore that sh** was legendary, b**h b**h, I'm legendary, legendary, legendary, legendary, I'm a Broward county legend Legendary, legendary, legendary, legendary, Broward county legend Legendary, legendary, legendary, legendary, Broward county legend Legendary, legendary, Broward county activist, sipping on Actavis b**h [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] I seen a lot of snakes A lot of split tongues done slithered across my terrain So I landscape, cut off them hoes And I slap the skin on the Gucci toes 1-0-0 for a cup, that's designer. And all them f** n***as claim they gon' k** me is designers All these n***as fake, and these hoes k** the only one that you love Swear to God, RIP to my unborn jitt. I give a f** what you did, you don't know what I did But I know you probably figured, Me and Curt jumped Tommy Hiln***a on the hill n***a, sh** Steady hands, I'll pour you a perfectly exact 4! And me and Steelo, BangBros, f**ed you know, on the floor Neighborhood superstar, but they still say that a n***a on the come up f** n***a in the crowd while I'm on stage, I guarantee that that n***a ain't gon' come up Your main flew down to F-L-A to get the paint from who she rub her thumb on her clit for So you already know what it is bro, if she get tired of standing and sit on my lap, then it's done And you already know what's fitna come up, a n***a tryna f** I watch my n***as hit the weed and I wonder how the time pa**ed us But let me ask you, how you gon' take my life when you can't live like a savage [Hook]