Robotic Arms Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, I got her stripping for me

I can count that guala backwards, yeah, that shit hit different don't it

Lil machine to count it for me, the submarina I can't drown in money

I'm the one she bounce it for me, she wanna see if I slaughter something

My new how got a problem with me, she say I be too nonchalant

That's cause I got a lot of guap and hoes wanna lick my lollipop

I be high as fuck and noddin off, that's not your problem hoe don't get involved

On drugs I get to zoning out, but I be in my zone and stuff

I pull up and blow it over head

I hope you know how to duck , let me know if you do knuckle up

Cause I'll up it at you chuckle heads

Turn opposition into walking dead

Send niggas back to candy land

They niggas sweet as candy grams, your hoe let me beat her candy yams

She text me on telegram, hit her back wassan fam

She say she want give me head, text you back when I'm around

I can't knock her out the park, her shit more like lost and found

One hoe say she got that ready for me, said nobody else could bust it down

She wan talk about bein' my wife

And consciousness, I'm slippin' in and out

These diamonds on me, rockied out

I got that cannon on me, wildin' out

My paychecks, they be beautiful, that's something to smile about

Black and white, kung fu panda diamonds, I got em desiigner'd out

She say I got the secret sauce, plus I got a lot of clout

She say I'm the shit, so she let me flush out her potty mouth

My diamonds colder than Vermont

My bracelets hit the tootsie roll

Yeah, they cold as let it go

Yeah, they cold as Tony Shhnow

I gotta mention them so much, they really colder than a hoe

Colder than a ice storm, so cold I had to take em out

can't save her name up in my phone, cause she just like to give me throat

Ask me what she gain from it, to be honest I don't really know

Smokin' on some tropical

I just sent my opps the lo

I don't do no back and forth

Try that shit, I'm gon' put you out

I just sent my opps the low

All the time wasted all that time

All the time I done wasted all the time

Vampire bite, she get bit by the boy

I got guap in my pockets yea I'm rich than a whore

She wanna fuck with that kid, but my name not Laroi

But of course, she let me fuck her face, till she can't use her voice

Sippin drank , it's reflected in the diamonds, kids choice

What I'm drinkin' in this cup, basically just kid stuff

Jolly ranchers , pretty colors, and a little cough syrup

Fuckin' on this country bama, she want me to be her boy

I was 16, smokin' weed, listenin' to Pierre Bourne

Now my flex game so strong look like I got robotic arms