[Intro: Robb Banks]
Let that bitch ride
Trunks in the booth
Cris Dinero on the track
We might do a fusion
(gling gling gling)
Huh, huh (know what I'm sayin')
Huh, huh (bring it back)
Bitch

[Refrain]
I'm that n***a, huh, huh
Still that n***a, huh, huh
Been that n***a, huh, huh
Been that n***a, huh, huh
Phone gon' kill you, huh, huh
Phone pull trigger, huh, huh
Phone might get you, huh, huh
Don't speak, written, huh, huh
Run this shit back, Phone

[Chorus: Robb Banks]
Still that, still that, huh
Still that n***a
Been that, been that, huh
I been that n***a
Still that, still that, you dig
Still that n***a, you dig
Been that, you dig, been that, you dig
Been that n***a
[Verse 1: Robb Banks]
Ayy, I told her move like a soldier
She gon' let me bend her, flip her over
Fuck her ass in the back of the Rover
Yeah, my neck like a four-leaf clover
And my left wrist got a boulder
Might spit it, might cough it up on you
Yeah, I fuck your main bitch, she a goner
Pinky ring look like a flying saucer
I feel like Fabo, feel like Fabo
Cotton candy, n***a, got my Faygo
Love the Trapanese on my egg roll
New bitch Japanese on my payroll
Bitch, I'm the Falcon, I'm the legend
You know the ho, come and get it
Don't like to talk, no attention
Might take your bitch on a S-Rank mission
Double S, new edition
Cut the line, had addition
Fuck your bitch, then I finger
In the basement, like Tigger

[Chorus: Robb Banks]
Still that, still that
Still that n***a
Been that, SSET, been that, SSET
I been that n***a, SSET SSET
Still that, still that
Still that n***a
Been that, been that, you dig
Been that, I'm that n***a, ho
[Refrain: Robb Banks]
I'm that n***a
Still that n***a
Been that n***a
Yeah, I been that n***a
Phone might kill 'em
Phone pull trigger
Phone might get you
Phone might flip you

[Verse 2: Lil Gnar]
Ink in my skin motivation
You know I stay motivated, uh
I know why n***as be hatin'
I been that n***a since seventh
I might go get 911
Chopper give him a lil blessing
Chopper send him to the reverend
She hit my phone
She cannot leave me alone
Walked in this bitch with my gat
Your wife wanna lick on my sack, woah
These n***as lame and they fraudulent
Her ass ain't fat, it got collagen
I am that n***a, it's obvious
Hop in that whip like a god
Open the suicide door
We serve white like ping pong, uh
Backwood fat like King Kong, uh
Thumbin' through racks with a mink on
Huh, bitch, I'm
Still that, still that
Still that n***a
[Chorus: Robb Banks]
Still that, still that
Still that n***a
Been that, SSET, been that, SSET
I been that n***a, SSET SSET
Still that, still that
Still that n***a
Been that, been that, you dig
Been that, I'm that n***a, ho

[Refrain: Robb Banks]
I'm that n***a
Still that n***a
Been that n***a
Yeah, I been that n***a
Phone might kill 'em
Phone pull trigger
Phone might get you
Phone might flip you