歌手:Robb Bank$
专辑:《C2: Death Of My Teenage》

******* with me, tell em *******s stop *******'
Cloverfield hope you run out of luck with me
I'm at the void feed them models with Xans
Keep that *******t low I ain't tell em (?)
I done had *** scandals in the press
I heard your mixtape, it was sweat
All of your chains look like ******* scraps
I was in Rollin Loud with the strap

But it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P

Right over left for my stone
Puppet ******* hands full
These *******s hatin cause they poor
Might get em booked for a show
Marsha heart still broke, seen that cutie up close
Hoe you work at whole foods on the low
Bet that ******* still got GMO
Boy we never was broke, for that we did that song
And no pressure lil *******, no respect for you doe
Boy i'm stoned to the bone, never once wifed a hoe
Ashley couldn't get me, so she went got a clone
I been waitin all summer been bitin my tongue
Lit these *******s, Haunter fresh out the bong
Head to sleep to and blew up on my phones
Dei-dara on these clones

But it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P

Bastic, whattup, get yo ass kicked
Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin
******* actin hard I give him everything he askin (*******)

How you let *******gy son rip you?
How you let *******gy son get you?
You let *******gy son get the pistol
*******gy son tired of the *******in
*******gy son went to far in women
*******gy son just might run up and hit you
*******gy son couldn't ******* with you *******s
*******gy son was the one didn't I tell you
******* I chopped the top, go outta space, I smoke to the face
Broke show, can't get a taste, when i look at you i see the hate
Put you in yo place, I finally came out the plate
Boy I put a pistol to ya face
******* i'm dank swear that I feel like 10k
And i'm feelin like 09' Wayne, bet you feel like SGP

But it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me
Hit 35, I'm for the P
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
I can get 35 for the P

Bastic, whattup, get yo ass kicked
Walked inside the door, shawty caught me red handed
I take molly, I get spastic, percocet like asprin
******* actin hard I give him everything he askin (*******)