SEND IT UP (XANAX) - Robb Bank$

Escargot in the south of France

They on snail time, they on Gary time, square ass

Bar #9 Pepe LePew, speak love language

Siamese but call her «litter box» cus the pussy trash

Cats out the bag, cheetah print, smack her on the ass

These rappers pussy niggas, lick they self

Always in the VIP

Scratch the kitty cat

Like it’s 1984, wonder where the women at

Tell a bitch I love her

Say it back, bitch, say it back

She said «this pussy yours»

Take it back, bitch, take it back

Fucked hr with my helmut Lang jeans on, yeah, sh a fan

Hour 30, Perc 30, but she forget she got a man

You say that this pussy talk?

Well, bitch, this dick sang

Name me Alexander, cus I’m great at handing out Wang

Got a bitch in east room in Falconia, like chain gang

Truth be told, I do not know they name, call em Minute Maid

When I lay my head to sleep, I pray my soul ain’t snatched

Try to pay my bitch tuition, want a Berkin bag instead

Don’t know her ABC’s, but say BBL like a champ

I’on even know who in my bed, make your impression last

Lemme take a guess

Uh, Sheila, I think?

Oh, no, your name Kim?

Fuck you raise your voice for?

Calm down bitch, who you think you is, the Riddler?

I ain’t Batman, you ain’t Catwoman, this ain’t a Batmobile, this a Tesla

Now pop this, shut up

Rollie on, I ain’t a Tik Tokker

Have you on the ground crawling like Jason Derulo

Tell a pussy nigga «you wanna fight I wanna tussle»

Got if off the muscle I ain’t worried bout nun

Every time I’m in it, she be twitching, trying to run

1942, get her loose, turn her up

50, ima need a BPM for this drum

Niggas scared, I’ll send this bitch up

Whole SSET with me, trying to slide on sumn'

Ol' bitch hit me, ain’t talkin' bout nothing

Tear drop gang, make ya mama cry bout something, yeah