Control - Robb Bank$

Black Money Boys Deathrow, fuck nigga

I don’t know why these niggas tryna be like me

Bein' a nigga like me ain’t easy.

Shit hard, hard, real hard (Loko)

Yeah, big dog, yeah yeah

Me I like flexin', like flossin'

You too much concerned with the lies and the flodgin'

Lebanese bitch and she bossin'

Ain’t too picky, like 'em lightskin or darkskin

Hol' up stop the track

Gimme 15 minutes, 'bout to break her back

I came in for all the racks

They set this bitch up, we gon' send it right back

I get it all face, no mask

Since when you niggas tough?

Y’all make me laugh

I secured all the bags

Could never fit the fonk

Lightskin got a black

These niggas goin' out sad

You couldn’t call my bluff

You showed you where it’s at

I slide through and beez the trap

Beat-beat-beat, beat it up then spazz

Yea hold on give me 10 more minutes to beat her back in

I’m finna go Lizzo, show my ass 'fore the track end

I put it in the front end before I go get the back end

She said she wanna fuck in the Bentley she need subtraction

Whole pint of Tris, I just spiked it with acid

Bet she gon' suck on that dick 'til it’s flaccid

She pulled up and got split in half like a fraction

I’m Mr. 0-to-100, I’m

430 Deathless, make her do magic

No Hunger Games we all eat in my faction

I bust all the bells down, FN made of plastic

Your bitch at my house waitin' right now I had it (Yeah)

I feel ecstasy enter me

Walk 'round the house and I speak to the entities

Promethazine codeine so plush call it Trisamine

Came to the Bird house for lunch, ate her like sesame

Fee-fi-fo attack

Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back

Pour into my soda, black

Count it all up control the racks

Nigga can’t hold me back

Count it all up, control the racks

Nigga can’t hold me back

Count it all up, control the racks

Yeah nigga bantam weight, Rousey

How the fuck you doubt me?

I’m takin' off her blousey

Next come the trouseys

Own all my maters, bitch Steve Stoute

I ain’t with all the banter

Get the fuck from 'round me

Teardrops fallin' right from ya momma eyes

These niggas cat but don’t got 9 lives

Pew, pew, pew, 1 shot make 'em cry

Teardrop Gang, to you, from I

Ay-ay-ay-ay,

Next to the Phantom, while I play piano

Your album was ass, Anthony Fantano

Couldn’t hold a candle, on wax like this mantle

I’m way in the islands, took yo bitch to Sandles

Fucked her like a mermaid, turned into Atlantis

Fee-fi-fo attack

Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back

Pour into my soda, black

Count it all up control the racks

Nigga can’t hold me back

Count it all up, control the racks

Nigga can’t hold me back

Count it all up, control the racks