(Aye, aye)
(Yea yea yea, aye aye)

Robyn Debanx, I stay with a shank

[Verse 1: Robyn Debanx]
Ima push on that gas like its NASCAR
I got stains on my carpet from spillin' the hart
And I deal with my heart when I pour up the hart
Had to let go of press, n***a had to move smart
And I cut that bitch cause I had to move smart
I designer my bitch, got her lookin' like art
(Got her looking like art)
I designer my bitch, got her lookin' like art

[Chorus: Robyn Debanx]
And my men be thuggin' it up in the street
We ready for n***as with fat shit
I go Dior my body, Balenci my feet
Everyday I be upin my fashion
And I play with that draco, gon smack shit
And I flip up the pac like gymnastics
And I talk to the boss not the sidеkick
These n***as be bluffin, won't slimе shit

[Verse 2: CM Buddha]
Not milk but I be creamin'
I be on some low shit, fuck the scene
Long live my brother, free Naseem
I stayed ten, fuck what it seem
My youngins be ready to paint the scene
I be touching bags, I feel like Big Meech
You heard my ex
Shit ain't
Really what it seem
They ain't have my back and I should've seen
Call me big cash cause that's where I be
N***as lost motion, that's a fact
Y'all up of fraud we be really in the trap
He told me how to whip it, that's some crack
And I slow it down when I throw it back
Just remember no strings attached
And I don't love, all facts
[Chorus: Robyn Debanx]
And my men be thuggin' it up in the street
We ready for n***as with fat shit
I go Dior my body, Balenci my feet
Everyday I be upin my fashion
And I play with that draco, gon smack shit
And I flip up the pac like gymnastics
And I talk to the boss not the sidekick
These n***as be bluffin, won't slime shit