[Part I (Produced by Nuri)]

[Verse 1]

Baller blockin', chicks flapping they wings in the cockpit

I'd move them chickens to yo coop, but these crackers cock-blockin'

I'm chirpin', my niggas barkin' in St. Arthur, same Volvo

The way my bitch hair laid, might try 'er out for the dog show

Let my facial hair grow, on hiatus to the five star

That's where my bitch be living, she Based God in the kitchen

She want me to eat better, but I barely touched the plate

On vacay with my main, ain't even left were I stay

I'm South Florida foreva, I'm yellow xans foreva

And if them folks drop the charges, we can be together forever

Touch slow, fuck fast, money in my waistband

Feel my manicured hands, my accountant from the concentration camp

S.S., fo' months 'til we muhfuckin dead

I'm Babidi, you Majin Vegeta, I'll put some 'M's on yo head

Blowin' tobacco by the water, I don't even like the beach

With fuckin' sand covering our bodies, I feel like motherfuckin' Gaara (Lil' bitch)

And that ass like her Ferrari, you a stallion, hop up on that shit

Gallop, centaur

Girlfriend, it's horsepower

Made a net-worth off the jugg house in Savage ask him what he 'bout

Me, Montana and Kev, we just in yo hood, ridin' round

Black & Mild lace, so I take it to the face

All A.A laced, I'll sweat the lace front off of Azelia Banks

(Mm-mmm) Gimme kiss show KDia what she been missin'

When it's me, Juice and Purrp I'm fuckin' ten mo' women

Tryna eat, like you feedin' tube ass nigga

You stabbed yo' best friend in the back?

That's the Mangekyō in you nigga

I got the Chi-Chi from amigo

Shed moonlight to Son-Goku

And with all this Cell Camo, boy I feel like Nigo

Now bae, no games

I'm rich according to the gas tank

I thought I told you fuck niggas "We only breathe octane."

Pussy nigga, stop playing I got goons for these type of thangs

Lost yo' money and yo' bitch all when Basquiat came

(Lil bitch)

[Chorus]

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

I'm finer than yo' bitch, hah

And suck my fuckin' dick, boy

[Verse 2]

I say, "Ask 'em what he 'bout."

These fashion thugs'll never wear me out

You ain't live, I fashioned myself as the best rapper alive

It's the Savage, reincarnate, swordfish, South Florida, Savage Life

Wish a ho nigga would cross that border

[Part II (Produced by SpaceGhostPurrp)]

[Intro]

And I'm back puffin' on canna-b, you know "a year" mean a week

Sesshōmaru pussy, I did it all single-handedly, huh

Look at the time, a nigga got famous over night

Laughing at 'cho Robitussin lean, as I sippeth my Sprite

[Verse 1]

Fuck niggas on my mind? I got one-two many

So I turn to Disney Channel and think of what I’d do to Demi

And boy shoutout to my Raiders, nigga, Purrp and Simmie

And I'll sweat the fuck out yo' weave, bitch but only if it's Remy

I need a, project bitch, with a, eighteen-inch sew-in

That I can pull when I give her this infinite

Shit, count that in inches, put a fo' in that lemon-lime, or a six

And add about two mo' of them shits, lil bitch

Robb Bank$, Illuminati, and I’m loadin' up

Kamehameha Waves in the clip of my K

Triple-six, I’m atheist

You thinking “What did he just say?", good

Tryna remove all you dumb niggas from my fuckin' fan-base

Bitch, I walk around North Lauderdale, like "Fuck err'body!"

Added my lil twist, but ain't no age on this money

Boy, you fuck around with them folks, that's how Haze got his ass smoked

And what the fuck you pussy ass niggas know 'bout bein' broke?

I can't relate, I'm trying to get more in touch with my fan base

'Cause I know a lot of these poor jits is saying, "Robb Bank$ is just scrait"

"Come again?"

What I tell my Spanish lady when she speak that Daddy Yankee to my dogs

Her name "Kilo", her sister name "8-ball"

We can P.O.V if you turn up that MJG and take that ass out

Why they call em "8-balls" if they don't bounce?

All roses ain't red

And if they violets, why the fuck is them shits blue?

Boy, I'm burning purple flowers I'm finna' pass that ho to you

'Cause I shouldn't be this high, boy, I got shit to do

Sixty pills that I got to sell and I can't get my bitch out the pool

Cause she ain't never been to the islands or popped a Blue Dolphin

So she think I'm Aquaman when I fuck her ass in that water

Caught a body on my old jag, went back to the car show

Dressed in Carharrt Michigan, fuck Big Sean though (Pussy)

Ya lil' bitch, boy, suck my fucking dick

I bet she say "Sure" to me, and I swerve when she use her teeth, ketchup

Marmalade and butter all up on my bread

That’s blood, copper and gold all mixed in with my money

Dopeboy pic, flick me up while I’m still stuntin'

In that whip that I had yo bitch

My nigga, she pop the Plan-B when I'm fuckin', nigga

[Bridge]

"Fine, fine", I say it twice to emphasize you boys is pie-pie

Put it on my mama, pussy nigga, I’ll take ya life-life

I said "I'm finer than my bitch"

She wanna live that Savage Life, so I knew that bitch was fine (You lil' bitch)

Bank$ like to drank, Bank$ like to smoke

Bank$ finna po' the Qualitest on his 'Ports

Smoking and I'm sippin' at the same damn time

Ashley say I’m actin brand new, damn right bitch, now I'm fine (You lil' bitch)

[Verse 2]

And if I see a number I don't know, that means they want somethin’ from me

That means you stopped fuckin’ wit me, so you ain't gettin money, boi

I decline my past, turn the TV on and Ash

Might laugh while a nigga keep up wit the life of Ash

Said "I made it" when I started DMin err'day wit Cadie

Jus had mo' to speak on when she said she ain't keeping the baby

It's all gravy, wasn’t no thang but a chicken wing

'Cause I done made birds fly, fiends love Popeyes

Y'all know what I do, well, y'all know what I did, bruh

Hangin' on the roof like Bishop, Dolo, if you don count Juuce

I'm in Margate wit' my family, boy, my hood is like a planet

If I send some 8-balls to Frieza, I bet he won't come back to Namek

I'm King Cold, bottles of King Cobra in the cooler

Roll a dutch, you smokin' L's, boy, you a muhfuckin' loser

Chocolate tree wrap, mixed with Canada Northern Lights

Broccoli when the smoke leave the lip of that mocha

My bitch, she playin' Soca, said she ain't like it 'til she was older

'Round twenty-eleven then we cop the douja from her friend

Bitch, show me love and a peace sign, get punani in the Benz

Last I talked to her and when, now she complainin' to her friend

'Bout how she always first to hit me up when it's time to fuck

I tell 'er "Vibe", Vybz Kartel, lightin' up

Bathin' in cake soap, with a tub full of money

And this new bitch pussy too nice, like it want somethin' from me

Keep it Down South wit' them mollies, boy I don't fuck around

And only a ho put another ho's name in they mouth

Now my ex-bitch too friendly, say she wanna get back wit' me

But ho I know when you kissin' Robb Bank$ and when you kissin' Richard, bitch

[Bridge]

"Fine, fine", I say it twice to emphasize you boys is pie-pie

Put it on my mama, pussy nigga, I’ll take ya life-life

I said "I'm finer than my bitch"

She wanna live that Savage Life, so I knew that bitch was fine (You lil' bitch)

Bank$ like to drank, Bank$ like to smoke

Bank$ finna po' the Qualitest on his 'Ports

Smoking and I'm sippin' at the same damn time

Ashley say I’m actin brand new, damn right bitch, now I'm fine (You lil' bitch)

[Outro]

...She wanted something more than "just us"

But moanin' that loud ain't doing me no justice...

Y'all forgot what real niggas look like, huh?