ROBBERY (feat. Doechii)

Superstar, jazz man, no guitar, rockstar
In charge, I'm the general, my gunners pop off
Popcorns, y'all coons, all y'all do is log on
New York, eat a glizzy, now these niggas hot, dog
AK in the seat, always been a hot boy
Dolce on the briefs, always been a top dog
Flacko Season, socks on, some think I robbed them
Why last seven years, only dropped like five songs?
Peace, love, bye, God, big bodyguards
Strong arm, buy guns, let bygones be bygones
Can't do a fit check, you'd get the price wrong
Snake printed leather, but you picked a python (shh, yeah)

Mm, come on, get on top of me, baby
You like the way I shop, well you should sponsor me, baby, uh
I'm the Basquiat Banji, I know you want my Bantu knots in your 'Cedes, uh
Say that there, leave that there, we both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare
Them late nights, we ate angel hairs
They gon' hate where they can't compete or compare
Sex on the beach, please don't spill it on the mink, mwah
Address me as Chi-Chi, not Doechii when I'm in the wild, mwah
Rubies on the brooch, vintage leather Coach
You ain't invent this, ho, so please don't approach, mwah
Watch my Black ass sit on this suede seat, mwah
We takin' up space, these White folks don't phase me, mwah
Let's propose a toast, looks could kill the host
Princess cut diamonds on me, so cutthroat, mwah

Come on, rock with me, babe
And take it all off, it's a robbery, babe, uh
Yeah, get on top of me, babe
Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe
Make it hot for me, babe
Kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe, uh

Got it out the mud, whipped it out the bowl
Drop it on the scales to sell it down the road
Went from printed tees to vintage tees
Now it's princess cuts to kiss the queen
If I'm the king of fashion, you the prince of thieves
So just bow your head and kiss the ring
Put on all my chains, I'm Mr. T
And if you tattletale, I'm Pistol Pete
Boy, they slidin', they steppin', won't miss the beat
Rob you to your face, thank you and pinch your cheek, mwah

And I'm tired of you niggas, honestly, nigga
I had to dust the crown on you niggas, I frown on you niggas
I had to get from 'round of you niggas
I ain't bowin' down to not nan' one of you niggas
Fashion killer, ain't no gun on me, nigga
You ain't gotta be my blood to be a son of me, nigga, what?
Real rap bitch, no prosthetics
I'm prophetic, nigga, suckin' off my tits

Ahem, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I don't mean to disturb
But this is a robbery, yes, you heard right (everybody on the motherfuckin' floor)
Now I'm gonna need everybody on the left to get undressed (rr), pause (get the fuck down, bitch)
Your phones, your credit cards, keys to the cars
On my right, don't move, don't make a sound, you'll be aight (don't move a muscle, nigga)
You can keep your pride in your life
Ayy, ayy, player, ayy, player, let me see that ice (hahahahahaha)

My number one option, for sure
You've been runnin' through my mind like an obstacle course
Got my hands on your thighs with my eyes on the door
Cupid shot through my heart, then I dropped to the floor
Now you gettin' all this blood all over Flacko décor
Know you love you a baddie from a tropical shore
Put your bags in my trunk like the top of the Porsche
Plus the Rolls open up like them hospital doors, ah

Yeah, yeah, now come and rock with me, babe (rock with me, babe)
Take it all off 'cause it's a robbery, babe (robbery, babe)
Take it off, take it off and get on top of me, babe (on top of me)
Open up your legs, save a spot for me, babe (I'll open up my legs)
That's right, make it hot for me, babe (make it hot for me, babe)
Kissin' on you, girl, you can swallow me, babe (you can swallow me, babe)
I know that you a lady, would you thot for me, babe? (Would you thot for me, babe?)
I know that you a rider, would you die for me, babe? Come on

Say that there, leave that there
We both rock Flintstones, they bound to stare
We ate angel hairs
They gon' hate, but they can't compete or compare
A$AP, Doechii
Too chic, ah