Robb Bank$ - That Sound (Atlanta) lyrics

[Intro: Sean Bang] You are now listening to Tha City n***a South Florida sh** n***a Broward county n***a, palm trees n***a b**hes with nice a**es n***a, they be fake but they be nice (sh** ain't all just fun n***a, it ain't all just clubs n***as) All I am saying, when you come down here with your money don't be flossing and sh** Cuz n***as will take it n***as hungry n***as will kick in your door [Hook] Knock knock, don't make me bring it to your door boy Knock knock, patrol tryna kick a n***a door Knock knock, hair bows and golds made your b**h moan Turn your main to a shone, now she finna' put on a show I say smash, I know you heard me put it on your ho I say smash need a fix, y'all all y'all boys broke I say smash the Panamera, I'll buy a new one ho Boom boom, n***a never ready to hear that sound though [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Dope sold money fold, throw some water on the Karo n***a take a second look n***a hear remix then start writin' the hook Fake jug, fake jug, you ain't sold merch out that jansport Well I'm in my 95 explorin' and my backpack loud like Dora Sir Mike in a six series circlin' Gave you the cut like a surgeon, I'm servin' b**h I'm Shapiro, you Sir Ben Boy we don't do no tens, give a f** try to match up with your friends You fake trap n***as reading books bout the babies like Lipschitz Boys on that new sh**, 30,000 Xanax I stuck to what I knew, never touch the hard like a prude b**h Ya'll certified p**y, ho n***a don't nobody go and buy bricks in New York, n***a Better bring that a** down south, boy, Miami po n***a Smokin' on a Port, n***a rollin' My dick look swollen I swear y'all wanna be sweet like Yoplait [Hook] [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Jays on my feet Magnums on my meat Check my roots but still tip toed I know these Kunta Kinte jealous Fall in love but can't stand the way I had your b**h screamin When y'all seen me whip it Boy Panamera S, yes, b**h its Double S n***a Hoes, ain't seen me in a minute call me Captain Ginyu Way I body Switched into that n***a But that's me in the flesh (Flesh) Be careful Dooney out here Gookin' on 4 with a Xanax I'm telling you these n***as finna lose it These boys gettin' sick, Juice dont pa** the blunt to 'em They like "Bank$, you ain't real cause you ain't in Raider Klan" They like "Bank$, you ain't real, people talkin' 'bout ya daddy" Boy, f** y'all, I been walkin 'round Broward like I own the sh** Only n***a head to Toe in Gucci, riding a City Bus just for kicks Give it to her Raw, like a sushi chef Kawasaki Ichiraku ramen Naruto hentai dick AT&T bill jumpin' while my Sade ringtone sangin' Sellin' work like cell mates but thats over yo head Boy the trap bunkin' [Hook]