Lyrics from the snippet
[Intro: Robb Bank$]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
Yeah!
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I drink bitch, I smoke bitch, I hold my opp down and let it go bitch
I pop one bitch, I turned the four bitch, Im on go bitch, please don't get close bitch
Yeah [?] eyes, im [?] dead but im alive
I'm the 5th hand of god, [?]
[?] mob ties, got the juice, got the spot , space cowboy i got the spot
Opps quiet, loud pipes (boom)
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Bitch I feel like Boosie, stick it to my toolie
Tha boy a motherfucka, I thought i heard some? (Shhhh)
That pussy pink got [?]
Rolex diamonds in my tooth
Yeah lets go Simon says [?]
Yeah its Rich Gang or its nothing
I'm on the island
I call stunna, I call [?], i call [?] , I'm on geek mode, yeah I'm big big big evil I'm fina stroke on this ego
All green bitch like [?] , [?] like Kim a nigga make it possible
All i smoke is [?], my [?] go bae waterfall
She went and [?] i fucked her with the sandals on
[?] from me, [?]
You better get your money up [?]
(Yeah yeah)
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I drink bitch, I smoke bitch, I hold my opp down and let it go bitch
I pop one bitch, I turned the four bitch, I'm on go bitch, please don't get close bitch
Yeah [?] eyes, I'm [?] dead but I'm alive
I'm the 5th hand of god, [?]
[?] mob ties, got the juice, got the spot , space cowboy i got the spot, opps quiet, loud pipes (boom)
[Verse: Trippie Redd]
Killer's real G's we live by the code
If you talk down on the gang then you get exposed
223's and hollow tips, put them at ya nose
[?] bitch, we gon let it blow
[?] pussy what you mean? [?]
I just caught her flexin in that Urus, she got shaky knees how [?], I like being blue but I love countin green
I like fashion cars and I like Limousines
I like fat bitches and I like skinny [?]
I like to spend time on my racks, more than anything
[Chorus: Robb Bank$]
I drink bitch, I smoke bitch, I hold my opp down and let it go bitch
I pop one bitch, I turned the four bitch, I'm on go bitch, please don't get close bitch
Yeah [?] eyes, I'm [?] dead but I'm alive, I'm the 5th hand of god
[?]
[?] mob ties, got the juice, got the spot , space cowboy i got the spot, opps quiet, loud pipes (boom)
Don’t Get Close* was written by Trippie Redd & Robb Bank$.