Robb Bank$ - Decoration (Pompano) lyrics

[Verse 1: Dooney Montana] Slid through a forest And the whole damn squad lookin' for a bad b**h to get up on her job When she on her job then I hit her up on my knob When a n***a lit the blunt then she lost in the fog Show her the keys then she off to the car Drinkin' out the seal we don't drink out the bar Pop one pop two now she a pop star Bad b**h stop pull her over call me a cop car When you hit a n***a phone and it don't drop off When you hittin' up ya heart bet she gettin' knocked off You knockin' down the door, I'm knockin' down yo' ho This Montana b**h ball like a super bowl Keep ballin', keep servin' Bite down, right now, right now Bite, down Bite, down Bite, down Bite, down [Hook: Robb Bank$] Prescription say my name on it, boy that custom Bullets with yo' name on em, boy they're custom You need some work then I'll make it for you, p**y n***a that custom Bout' the brokest n***a I ever seen, you must be custom made b**h And all of them n***as that you came with, just decoration Stayin' with you but won't move a muscle, boy they decoration And I spent a (?) on some new Gucci, boy that just decoration You leave clothes with new holes, my n***a just decoratin'' [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] 1-0-0-0 til' the end that I remain And my b**h look like Tennille, boy she always try to sing Discoloration in the codeine, champagne f** n***a And I dress up like Goku, just made the perfect Cell on n***as Crack a visa go shopping, n***as gon' jump and k** me Take off the mask but a n***a still robbing Remember when they told me kings rise barefoot? Wonder how a n***a came back red-bottomed I slide through, boys got they hands on they head High five ghost sneakin', get on your job Watch when I get the work, even benson gon' tell me I'm fire And if a old fan don't like it, f** em' n***a leave Yeah I changed since I stopped putting it on that loose leaf Made a village off rapping bout' Naruto and pushing hidden leaf Stretch the lean like Luffy reaching for the remote Turn the camera phone into a seventy I make a movie b**h yeah 2 Phone Shawty n***a paper backwards like graphic novels Same n***as on anonymous asking when my sh** dropping Got n***as dropping nuggets in the kitchen Working towards your pension McFlurry chain I'm cooling Dropped a little cheese on the pendant n***as soundin' like single moms "wanna stay independent" I need a woman with some privileges That make me into a man, with a Benz Inside dil*o, outside that prescription [Hook: Robb Bank$]