Redda Bring the Beat Bike - Robb Bank$

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Waaahk, waawaawaa

She said help me, help me, help me

I’m trapped in my mind

She said help me

Carefully, I got no energy (WAAAH)

Broke me, choke me, stick it slowly

No cut, torpedo, O. T

Outta time, chewed up Fritos, where my cheese?

(WAAAHH)

I’m a beat type of nigga, you a (YUH)

I’m a sleep type of nigga, while she horny (YUH)

I ain’t play freeze tag with niggas, I always packed heat

Glock 40, magazine, issue #43

My brain be controlling me, get the best of me, get ahold of me

You invest in me, you sworn to be, I’m knighted by all the Queen’s

Ooh, Sade, we can’t take, we can’t shake

Girl suck that dick more than Shawnae

Oooh, got my mind in a frenzy

Oooh, take it off, with your friends, hey

Oooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh, please don’t have a panic attack while you in

my room

Oooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh, I got some secret sauce I spill on you

I’m the man, 100 grand, fuck what your mom say

I’m the man, 100 grand, fuck what your mom say

I’m dat man, 100 grand, fuck what your momma say

I’m your daddy, I’m your dad, whatcha get me for Father’s Day?

I don’t really wanna ride unless the Tiger peeled off

I stepped on your turf, just to get ya soft

Baby, you a whole bird, lemme get you off

If you join the committee, you committed, that ain’t nooooooo

Where your friend that I need to talk to?

Where your old man, I do

I just cut 2 to 3 pints like a coupon

Exotic Fanta, poured up, I might lose my mind, mind

I’m running out of time

Been running after you, chase you down my whole life

Oooooooh, somethin on her mind

Oooooooh, somethin ain’t right

Oooooooh, and I’m running outta Sprite

Oooooooh, Redda, bring the beat bike like, yeah