Lyrics SSet It Up - Robb Bank$

SSet It Up

Yeah, right there
Yeah, I can’t hear myself, you gotta turn that shit up
Nah mean
Turn it up nigga!
Ya dig
Turn it up, huh
You just cut me off while I was talking I don’t like that
Uh
I don’t like that, I don’t like that
I like sex, I like neck
I like hoes, I like yo bitch
I’m a prince, you a shrimp
My Glock a him, it got a dick
Got a bitch that work at Follies sell me pussy for the low
Yeah, she bad but she about it, I might wife up in her throat
Actavis hurtin' my pockets, paid 350 for the O
I ain’t really for the talkin', cost a hundred for a «Yo»
I need Lisa, I need Sheila, she a creamer
Pleaser, I need Keisha, where’s my reefer?
Feature, Mona Lisa, need Anika
Boss man Lucious, EMPIRE my distribution
I got Rollies flooded pink, niggas in the Pinks
Tell me what you think, fucked her on the mink
I told her get out, that bitch wouldn’t leave
She asked, «Where we fucking?», and I told that bitch «Sink», huh
J’s on my feet, Magnums on my meat
Solid in these streets, set it up, let’s meet
J’s on my feet, Magnums on my meat
Nigga of your dreams, set it up, let’s meet
I get 35 racks off a free show
Oe to meet, one to skeet, one to greet hoe
Yeah, she finna suck it for the SSET, she gon' deep throat
You gon' probably catch me in the 'Vette
Told her set it up, let’s meet, hoe
Beam me up, see me up
Pop a xan bring me down, Molly keep me up
Make some time, free 'em up
Baby call out of work, lemme teach you how to fuck
I’ma try to make it hurt and make sure you can’t walk
I’ma get some nut on your skirt so your co-workers can talk
On my momma, take you out that life and have you whip a foreign
Bae you deserve to stunt like I do, just tell a nigga what you want
Full pint, don’t work a nine to five
I’m on the 95, riding with a four-five
I got a nurse bitch, that like to chastise
I’ma steal all her 'scripts and forge her handwriting
Doctor Griffith for the whole block with that Act, right
No hands, hide it in my sock like I’m mankind
I don’t like her tone, wrestle her for the women’s title
I look better than the devil, I was never baptized
Murder is my past time
Pour up a four in the holy water
Solar P like Koly, my Rollie a forty water
Jumpin' like a Shonen, I’m Jonin, you more like Sakura
Told me she’d console me, but only if I fuck her like Casca
My niggas in jail, spent half my money to free 'em
Talkin' through a cell, no number seventeen I
Record with my pole, better vote for me I
Am Femto, idea of evil
Yeah I’m too paranoid, I don’t give a fuck
Type of nigga put some rounds in your Bentley Truck
Niggas say they Makaveli, guess that makes me Suge
Fuck a Smart Stunna, bitch, Falconia
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (who that is?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Turn me up in my headphones
Turn 'em up
Ay, ay
J’s on my feet, Magnums on my meat
Solid in these streets, set it up, let’s meet
J’s on my feet, Magnums on my meat
Nigga of your dreams, set it up, let’s meet, bitch
Double crossed, walk in with the sauce
Suck my dick on soft, drip my lean like Voss
What you want, tell me what you want
Niggas turn they back, so I iced the double cross
Femto getting that money, Femto getting that money
Femto getting that money, Femto getting that money
Femto run to that money, Femto run to that money
Femto run to that money, Femto run to that money
Yuh, woop, woop, woop, woop, yuh
Ya dig, huh huh huh huh huh, ya dig
Huh, huh, yeah, ya dig
Yeah, yeah, ya dig
Bitch, bitch, bitch, haha
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Falconia 2017
She like sucking my meat, ya dig
Tuh, huh
Fuck niggas, man
Pussy niggas turned they back on me
Smart Stunnas, who the fuck is that?
Ya dig that, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Tell all them ex hoes
Don’t hit my phone up
Ya dig