Sensei - SOB X RBE

I’m the master, I’m the boss, I’m the sensei

And you was kissin' on that bitch, how my dick taste?

I threw some fifties on the buffs, now I’m in shape

And I done got my muscle up, boy I don’t lift weights

You lil' niggas just some monkeys, bitch, we been apes

Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the thizz face

And nigga, y’all can keep the streets, I love to get paid

And I don’t fuck with Android, I need the Ben Franks

Nigga, you will end up missed, off a mistake

And we the only reason broke niggas skip states

Choppa turn a big homie to a big shame

If she told you that she loyal, then that bitch fake

5'10″, but stand tall like I’m 6'8″

Turn her to a super freak, like I’m Rick James

And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains

Big body hoggin' all the freeway, I’m in six lanes (Bitch)

Mind on a million, yeah, I gotta stay focused

Hand on the trigger, see a sucker, I’ma blow it

All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can’t fold 'em

Hard body, all that sucker shit, I don’t condone it

Moncler on, winter time, when it’s snowin'

We ain’t cuffin' hoes, get the neck and let my bro hit

Got her pussy wet off these words, I’m a poet

But if she got hair on that pussy, I don’t want it

Young crest nigga, out the mud, I was chosen

Up strap and shoot him with this cannon, like he posin'

Only thing I hit is bad bitches, my dick golden

Used to be my nigga, turned into a king cobra

Gas, break, dipped in that big body yolkin'

Bitch so thick, from the front, ass pokin'

Hit it from the back, leave her fuckin' back broken

All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can’t fold 'em

Nigga

And you can get your ass shot tryna act hard

I just took the dub in the backyard

Never leave the stick, nigga, that part

And I know that you a bitch nigga at heart

Had the boys on my ass, had to tuck the pole

Sent brody on that skit, told 'em up a soul

Don’t put your love in that bitch, they come and go

Sent some shots at that nigga, he tucked and rolled

High as fuck behind the wheel with no control

Put that Corvette in track, I’m switchin' modes

Couldn’t keep balance, I spilt the 'Tron

And I don’t smoke woods, just joints and cones

Nigga, free Noonie Mitch, I miss my thug

On one-nine with shit, got keep a drum

All my niggas uppin' sticks, we don’t go ones

SOB, RBE, it’s the gang or none