3 Sum (Explicit) - DJ Scheme/Robb Bank$

Robb Bank：

Yo Bam this a hit big hit

Ayy Bam this might this s**t might be a hit right here

You know I'm thugging Broward County to the death n***a

You already know n***a 430 Deathless

Teardrop Gang make ya mama cry

Yeah yeah yeah

Robb Bank：

I like head I like p***y

I like that mouth but I don't like kissing

I like threesomes and multiple b***hes

I like Felicia I like Genie

I like riding that b***h like a pony

I like to get my hands dirty 'bout my dodi

I know I make a b***h thick let her suck me

Yeah

Heard your wrist ticking loud with that fake-a*s Rollie p***y

Robb Bank：

Whoa whipped out a twelve inch said that taste it like candy

Yeah mwah

Whoa how the f**k you walk past me

And you ain't 'bow down to me

Mwah

Whoa I get a lil' money

And I can't even talk to these pussies

Yeah mwah

Whoa I seen a n***a dead in the streets

I can't say nothing no

Robb Bank：

You got a jwett don't cuff that s**t

You loving that thot don't cuff that b***h

I got yo' pension on my wrist

I could pay your tuition if I wave my hand

Need a bachelors degree

I'ma bachelor b***h

In her dorm room at UCF

Feel like B2K shirt off Lil Fizz

I'm immature baby you know what it is

I feel like Marques Houston

When I jump out of the car

Batman 'Rari pulling up like Rawr

SSET

Leather jacket Margiela like Fonzie

SSET

'Member when I was locked up in the county

SSET SSET

Mama threw all my pints down the toilet

And Officer Walsh keep looking trying to find me

Saw my lil' brother cry

When we lost our granny

Turned BPSN when a n***a met Manny

I can't talk to these n***as at all

If your 430 I'm tryna see a n***a ball

Ball ball ball ball ball that vibe

My ex post a story I ain't watch at all

I done got tired to the Audi

A b***h gotta Rolls Royce truck me

Gave a Caribbean ho that cock

Robb Bank：

I like head I like p***y

I like that mouth but I don't like kissing

I like threesomes and multiple b***hes

I like Felicia I like Genie

I like riding that b***h like a pony

I like to get my hands dirty 'bout my dodi

I know I make a b***h thick let her suck me

Yeah

Heard your wrist ticking loud with that fake-a*s Rollie p***y

Robb Bank：

Whoa whipped out a twelve inch said that taste it like candy

Yeah

Whoa how the f**k you walk past me

And you ain't 'bow down to me

Whoa I get a lil' money

And I can't even talk to these pussies

Yeah

Whoa I seen a n***a dead in the streets

I can't say nothing no