[Skit: Mikey More]

I don't give a fuck

Where the money at, man? (Happy)

Yo

It's the artist formerly known as Big Shablique, nigga, Mikey More, nigga, and welcome to No Rooftops 2, bitch (Happy)

We back to back with mad shit

Aye (I think I might be happy)

Lemme tell you what we do around here nigga, this the new tape exclusively on OnlyFans, my nigga (Happy)

Ya fuckin gabbagool

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]

Wokk, wokk wokk

Rawr, rawr, rawr rawr rawr (I think I might be happy)

Yuh, yuh

Whoop, whoop whoop, WOKK, WOKK

I'm like, "hello, how ya durn?"

Uh, heard I got them birds, huh?

[?] my nectar, yeah my Kerns (WOKK)

White gold, Silver Surfer

DA tried to search us

I hand out curse marks

Y'all niggas Nerf soft

Shoot your block then skrrt off

Put her in Moschino, I'm Gambino, honor me like C-Note

Y'all know my creed tho, no regrets, RIP to Cee-Low

She order Pino, I'm on this lean tho, pour it in Pellegrino

Her pussy Pitou, I'm Hunter x Hunter, crush his head in, be Gon

[?] Lacey, Agent Provocateur tasting

Eat it up like an edible arrangement

Power forward like an Indiana Pacer

I'm in Atlanta with Caleb

And we sent a fuckboy to [?] (We did)

I'm too hot to drop, 'tato

I'm 100, Create-A-Player

Eating salmon while im on a Leer (Yeah)

I'm on Exotic Pop, you drink beer (SSET)

I'm that nigga they stop and they stare (Bitch)

She gone grip the woodgrain and then steer (Buh buh buh)

Don't crash out baby, no fear (Yuh)

Apply for New York, no stallionaire (Yuh)

Hundred messages I never respond back

Like I'm a creative player

2 times, 2Phone

2 rhymes, I'm eco-friendly, I recycle

I flex on a fuck nigga, P90

I got so much weed I might beat Gandhi (Yeah)

I'm that nigga that nutted in Kehlani (Yeah)

And she ate all the pics you sent Tommy (Yeah)

Need an Angelica to come get it out me (Waaakkk)

White girl called me nigga, bring the black out me

Mm, don't make me slap you, hoe

And call your mama a cracker, hoe

Good, came over for dinner after tho

You know I don't eat no damn pot roast

[?] at the the horn like a triathlon

I got Rei on my chest like its Evangelion

Ice cubes in my drank, [?] anaconda (430)

White haired Sisqó, thong thong song (Mikey, jump in)

[Verse 2: Mikey More]

[?], gimme that Bone-Thug, I want that Sosa, gimme that drill (Shake)

I need that head, baby that guillotine, put em inside a box logo Supreme

Beat up til sunrise, why she ain't leave?

I sip Corona her pussy vaccine

Call me Max Keeble my big moves

I bag it and spin move I been off the [?] caffeine

[?] shirt and untuck it

I told you I been off the porch since a youngin

Arrived at the sunrise, don't leave til the sunset

She come for the beats I don't come til she suckin

I grease and I fly, you ain't gone fly

Walk inside Vegas im booted my fye

Fay' in the cup, pull a pole on a stripper for [?]

I shoot in the club then I red eye

I get wasted, pack too heavy I weightlift

I been fighting these cases

I don't think ima make it (that's cap)

[?] like a Saiyan

Black Air Forces I'm racist

Run with the bag and you chase it

I'm bout that game baby play it

Say raaawr

Shit, fuck

Aye, big nuts

Kick door, long ladder watch it fix homes

Take my roof off, I might boot up

He hold blues I might need two of them

He ain't gone do nothin' say he gone shoot something

Chopper gone cut him in half he a coupon

[Verse 3: DEETRANADA]

I do not fuck with no peons, be gone

Two phone and I are the flyest[?]

I do not drive yet, but I'm skrrt'n off in a black Tesla, Elon

Bitch I ain't sweet, I'm a demon, stop it

Jesse and James, that mean I'm a Rocket

Fuck all that hating and gossip

I'm gone put 10 on your head and make back all the profit

Talk crazy but that's on computers

Commercial with Nike but bitch ima do it

You ain't worth shit in my book

You more than translated from Yale

You niggas is useless

Stupid if you think you stopping me

One diss I'll end your career, Yagami

Marino my body, you Prada me, ima be rich and they mad, in all honesty

Play with my iron like Socrates, tag me, trying to find your home like Odyssey

In the B bangin C’s, you oughta [?]

Air the boy out, since he think he outta me

I go too hard and you know that

I walk in that’s candid I snap on a nigga like Kodak

I do not talk to no throwback, just stay in the past, I'ma keep doing me til I collapse

Heard the bitch lookin for smoke, don't run from a thing, cop you some gas, go and roll that

Me and Robb pull up like Bobby and Whit, crack your shit for a spliff and a double cup, who that

Not a real nigga, air the work out, I'ma rob me a nigga

Robb, tell these niggas I'm comin, don't like an affiliate, might just pop me a nigga, duh, uh

You and your twin got the same face

That's cute, come give me the same face

Baltimore baby to the grave, ain’t a thing change

Buss down [?], your drug dealer wrist game

Imported cars, skrrt, when I switch lanes

Cut you out the pic cause you ain’t for the big frame

Buss her in the head, ha, I'm insane

Everybody bang, til somebody let the shit bang, ah

[Outro: Robb Bank$]

Yeah yeah, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Yeah, cut that shit

That shit hard, huh? Yeah, that shit was hard, that's the brains right there

No Rooftops 2

We here

I know a lot of the supporters thought it wasn't gonna come out

"You been holding it for 2 years, Robb, where's No Rooftops 2?"

Well here you go

It's here

Y2K edition, only 2000's beats

Just to get a little nostalgic