Cadie/The Come Down (February)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]

Now she trippy man, but I'm level

Telling me things that she prolly wouldn't tell you

Hair falling out of that bun and them heels is done

You gon' fall if you ain't careful bitch

In my ear screaming don't tell you shit

My niggas say you wanna be careful with

Now she crying like she don't even know I'm here

I'm tryna drive with the loss of motor skills

Got contacts in her phone to get her over me

Her eyes ain't red cause she crying over me

Talking so loud, reading me all her texts

Hallucinating, saying that I look like her ex

Lay down on that couch, it's cool you can stay

Can't move, I feed you teaspoons of that drank

I say fuck the bed and tablespoon if you freaky

From the way you opened up, I can tell that you easy

Say you lost your phone, need to look in my car

Talking 'bout you feel sick, Princess, don't start

And I lay your ass down in that pale moonlight

Whisper sweet nothings while we look up at the stars

You smoked a whole dub and popped three bars

And your tits ain't real so what that say 'bout your heart?

Picking a good girl, never been good at that

Need some pussy, more money, man I gotta Kat Stacks

Yea I told you nigga, your bitch'll slide up

Put my plug down her socket like she Terri Schiavo

My niggas in this bitch, squatted in the front

And my dick up in your bitch while she laying on her back

Phone not in her car, found it in her bag

Found hickeys on her neck, call that purple swag

[Hook]

She about Tiah Tolliver

And me, I'm pile driving her

I give her what she wants, and she letting me inside of her

Showed her how to live, now she showing me a side of her

She never knew exsisted, I swear I'm training these bitches

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]

Now she don't kiss and tell, but she scream when she fuck

Confide in me when y'all gotta disagreement

All my eggs in one basket, my hair look like a nest

So I got the chicken breast from the runaway phoenix

Ex-beauty queen that just lost her pageant

Her and her man relationship lost it's passion

Said she want to taste my cup, no questions asked

Shit, you expect me not to take a little advantage

Tears dried on her face, got ash on her dress, bra strap hanging off that cold shoulder

Got her answering my front door, in the morning with my bed sheet wrapped around her like a toga

I told ya, Vans, no loafers

In all corduroy like I'm matching with the sofa

When I show out, I blend in

No parental consentin', my bitch becoming fly as a Ford Agency bitch

[Verse 3: Young Neil]

She go down low, down low

Do everything a real nigga ask you

What you down for, down for?

Better be everything I want

But if it ain't girl don't even come

But tell me, where all them hoes at

That don't give a fuck where they clothes at

That don't give a fuck about roll backs?

Just throw it back, put your legs where my shoulders at

All out wit' it and no holding back

Nigga going out with her don't know at

But, that's cool, fuck that nigga

Leaves you when you say you love that nigga, don't trust that nigga

Where you at, where you at? He creepin' behind your back

You ain't gon' do shit, you ain't 'bout that nigga

[Break]

[Robb Bank$]

Yea, he be that gritty motherfucker

[Verse 4: Matt Meyer Lansky]

Marlboro what I'm smoking

No more rolling tree because that boy be on probation

Cigar rebel racing, never been a racist

Know a lot of Hatians even though that boy caucasian

Never been afflicted, never been complacent

Never wrote a statement cause that boy don't talk to Jacob

Always rockin' Rolex, just copped that new bracelet

Only watch the boy and never copped up in a Jacob (?)

[Break]

[Verse 5: Matt Meyer Lansky]

Ok, now let's begin

Got a bitch half Indian, half Mexican

Cook me up that curry, clean my crib and then she blessed the dick

A$AP, aye bruh, you took that name from Aesop

I put you on them cookies if you looking for that straight drop

That head chop, incurred

And if you lookin' for that straight slut

Why don't you call yo' bitch? She the one that left my cum straight ate up

And if you want that MSG, come get that dose like "Why not?"

Rest in peace, I'll buck fifty yo' chrome with a click of that tight Glock

Bitch I'm repping Springs, never hear me yelling "SoFla"

My city is so hot, them Sherrifs all on your block

Gots to pay that homage, catch the kid on South Beach

JK, I be poppin' right off Dixie like your mouth piece

[Break]

[Verse 6: Matt Meyer Lansky]

We out in P-No, where my dawgs be clockin' all them C-notes

Hialeah, where we rock the boat on hoes like I'm Aaliyah

Big bang is my adlib, my onomonopia, ho

Put you in that coffin and get in your mausoleum, no

[Break]

[Verse 7: Matt Meyer Lansky]

You just a silly mothafucka, pussy what you reppin'

I just use my fist, no converse, I don't need no weapon

You just a silly mothafucka, pussy what you reppin'

I just use my fist, no converse, I don't need no weapon