Robb Bank$ - 730** lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God] Yuh [Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God] My fleek, elite, no crease, like baby tits Flow, physique, no Bane, fresh as Clark Kent Gone with the wind like bad set-up tent Be hit these b*tches like fender-bender, dent Keepin' the poker on me like I knit Game in a chokehold, smellin' deodorant Chasin' the bag, you can call her cent [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Robb Bank$] 7:30, uh, hand full of white girl Feeling like I'm King Kong, beating on my chest, say early, uh I can get you killed with one phone call If a ni**a play 'round with 430, uh... [Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God] You a dog, ni**a feelin' loose goose Like a dog, ni**a, even if we wings Bro, we knew that wasn't fly Couldn't fu*k with us