Project Gurb lyrics

[Intro: Rob Vicious & BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
b*tch
Lil' b*tch, I’m Rob Vicious
(Motherf*ckin' Band Man, n*gga)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Hush)

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, lil' project b*tch, huh
Powder head b*tch, hold on, shh, wait, huh, hold on, wait
Hey, hey, hey, lil’ baby off the sh*ts, hey
Lil' baby with the sh*ts, hold on, shh, shh, shh, hold on
n*gga, jump a fence in these thousand dollar kicks, hold on
A thousand pills in her pus*y, how that fit?
Hold on, b*tch, and before we hit the road, you better p*ss, huh
All my hoes got attitudes, huh
Man, they love throwin' fits, huh

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Now my b*tch know I ain't sh*t, huh
Yeah, I know I ain't sh*t
I might hit her friend on accident
I might make them lil' hoes relevant
Like my b*tches ratchet, huh, with the colored hair, huh
Like my b*tches ratchet, huh, she snuck my gun in here
b*tch, bring that pus*y to me, I might stick my tongue in there, huh
Say that pus*y mine, b*tch, let me c*m in there, hey
Please don't waste my time, b*tch, let me f*ck you here, huh
Made her cook three times, that b*tch ain't goin’ nowhere, hey
I got party drugs, famous hoes in love, huh
All my b*tches thugs, duh, she’ll set you up
Me and Rob Vicious, huh, twenty bad b*tches, huh
Shh, I can't stop f*ckin’ these rap b*tches

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, lil' project b*tch, huh
Powder head b*tch, hold on, shh, wait, huh, hold on, wait
Hey, hey, hey, lil' baby off the sh*ts, hey
Lil' baby with the sh*ts, hold on, shh, shh, shh, hold on
n*gga, jump a fence in these thousand dollar kicks, hold on
A thousand pills in her pus*y, how that fit?
Hold on, b*tch, and before we hit the road, you better p*ss, huh
All my hoes got attitudes, huh
Man, they love throwin’ fits, huh
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Ayy, ayy, y'all hoes ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
29th Street get chips, ayy
That's the reason why I keep my stick, ayy
That chopper gon' flip his whip
Pray to God they don't flip my b*tch
Hell nah, we ain't takin' no pics
Man, you broke b*tch make me sick
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, powder head b*tch
On some powder head sh*t, she sucked a powder-made di*k
If her mama seen her suck it, she'd be proud of that b*tch
Treat this money like it's nothing got it out of that b*tch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy, she gon' do what I say so
This b*tch keep staring at my bankroll
Damn, it feel good when the money stack can't fold
Playin' with the cheese, I ain't talkin' no queso
Still servin' junkies right at my front door
b*tch, don't play with my pesos
I'ma f*ck around, let this gun go

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, hey, lil' project b*tch, huh
Powder head b*tch, hold on, shh, wait, huh, hold on, wait
Hey, hey, hey, lil' baby off the sh*ts, hey
Lil' baby with the sh*ts, hold on, shh, shh, shh, hold on
n*gga, jump a fence in these thousand dollar kicks, hold on
A thousand pills in her pus*y, how that fit?
Hold on, b*tch, and before we hit the road, you better p*ss, huh
All my hoes got attitudes, huh
Man, they love throwin' fits, huh