What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran it up and I'm getting paper and I'm getting loot
Greg heffley , yeah, I'm touching cheese, was getting it all in school
Designer junkie, still a throw on , jay's and
Pop out with that fa, fa, fa
Get fly as hell, won't even post no pic, this shit getting regular .
Plenty ways to make some paper, get off my page, cause I ain't telling you
Designer crack head, closet look like saks, but I ain't selling nothing
Go to the mall, bet I spend it all, different shoes and I ain't wearing them
In the A, with the guys, don't look alike, but we say twin
With li Gliz we float the city, I'm geeked as hell in the back of the Benz
If you aint from day uno, leave the spot, you not my kind or kin
When we slide, we be like drums, one band, one sound, I feel like mims
Still a rock out like guitar , plenty bands, and I feel like star
Ski mask, black gloves, when we pop up out the car
I got the gas, neen bring the gars, float the stolo, Ming crack the locks
6 o'clock, and we watching fox, f*ck the Jake's, and we ducking cops (ok)
In the Stu, late nights , and I got ricks all on my feet
Gliz cut the dreads, you still can't see his face, he rock the ski
Pockets stuffed, it's getting hard to walk, I need some bigger jeans
Circle small, we all ball hogs, don't need no bigger team
Za talk, so geeked in the booth, keep f*cking up words
Bro don't work for Chick-fil-A, but he getting off with all these birds
One song is all y'all get can't say too much, and I feel like ferb
Smart dude, when I'm off the gas, I feel just like a nerd
I make bread in different ways, I got different kinds of jiffy
You niggas ain't cooking for real, watch out man, get the f*ck up out my kitchen
I make the meals, you wash the dishes
Throw the kickback back, I bring the bitches
Get the work, and I bring the fishes
Sweet life, needa London Tipton okay
What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran it up and I'm getting paper and I'm getting loot
Greg heffley , yeah, I'm touching cheese, was getting it all in school
Designer junkie, still a throw on , jay's and
Pop out with that fa, fa, fa
What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran up, and I'm getting paper, im getting ... (ok)
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What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran it up and I'm getting paper and I'm getting loot
Greg heffley , yeah, I'm touching cheese, was getting it all in school
Designer junkie, still a throw on , jay's and
Pop out with that fa, fa, fa
Get fly as hell, won't even post no pic, this shit getting regular .
Plenty ways to make some paper, get off my page, cause I ain't telling you
Designer crack head, closet look like saks, but I ain't selling nothing
Go to the mall, bet I spend it all, different shoes and I ain't wearing them
In the A, with the guys, don't look alike, but we say twin
With li Gliz we float the city, I'm geeked as hell in the back of the Benz
If you aint from day uno, leave the spot, you not my kind or kin
When we slide, we be like drums, one band, one sound, I feel like mims
Still a rock out like guitar , plenty bands, and I feel like star
Ski mask, black gloves, when we pop up out the car
I got the gas, neen bring the gars, float the stolo, Ming crack the locks
6 o'clock, and we watching fox, f*ck the Jake's, and we ducking cops (ok)
In the Stu, late nights , and I got ricks all on my feet
Gliz cut the dreads, you still can't see his face, he rock the ski
Pockets stuffed, it's getting hard to walk, I need some bigger jeans
Circle small, we all ball hogs, don't need no bigger team
Za talk, so geeked in the booth, keep f*cking up words
Bro don't work for Chick-fil-A, but he getting off with all these birds
One song is all y'all get can't say too much, and I feel like ferb
Smart dude, when I'm off the gas, I feel just like a nerd
I make bread in different ways, I got different kinds of jiffy
You niggas ain't cooking for real, watch out man, get the f*ck up out my kitchen
I make the meals, you wash the dishes
Throw the kickback back, I bring the bitches
Get the work, and I bring the fishes
Sweet life, needa London Tipton okay
What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran it up and I'm getting paper and I'm getting loot
Greg heffley , yeah, I'm touching cheese, was getting it all in school
Designer junkie, still a throw on , jay's and
Pop out with that fa, fa, fa
What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran up, and I'm getting paper, im getting ... (ok)
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran it up and I'm getting paper and I'm getting loot
Greg heffley , yeah, I'm touching cheese, was getting it all in school
Designer junkie, still a throw on , jay's and
Pop out with that fa, fa, fa
Get fly as hell, won't even post no pic, this shit getting regular .
Plenty ways to make some paper, get off my page, cause I ain't telling you
Designer crack head, closet look like saks, but I ain't selling nothing
Go to the mall, bet I spend it all, different shoes and I ain't wearing them
In the A, with the guys, don't look alike, but we say twin
With li Gliz we float the city, I'm geeked as hell in the back of the Benz
If you aint from day uno, leave the spot, you not my kind or kin
When we slide, we be like drums, one band, one sound, I feel like mims
Still a rock out like guitar , plenty bands, and I feel like star
Ski mask, black gloves, when we pop up out the car
I got the gas, neen bring the gars, float the stolo, Ming crack the locks
6 o'clock, and we watching fox, f*ck the Jake's, and we ducking cops (ok)
In the Stu, late nights , and I got ricks all on my feet
Gliz cut the dreads, you still can't see his face, he rock the ski
Pockets stuffed, it's getting hard to walk, I need some bigger jeans
Circle small, we all ball hogs, don't need no bigger team
Za talk, so geeked in the booth, keep f*cking up words
Bro don't work for Chick-fil-A, but he getting off with all these birds
One song is all y'all get can't say too much, and I feel like ferb
Smart dude, when I'm off the gas, I feel just like a nerd
I make bread in different ways, I got different kinds of jiffy
You niggas ain't cooking for real, watch out man, get the f*ck up out my kitchen
I make the meals, you wash the dishes
Throw the kickback back, I bring the bitches
Get the work, and I bring the fishes
Sweet life, needa London Tipton okay
What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran it up and I'm getting paper and I'm getting loot
Greg heffley , yeah, I'm touching cheese, was getting it all in school
Designer junkie, still a throw on , jay's and
Pop out with that fa, fa, fa
What's up, how you been
This my shit, my name roo
Since 16, I ran up, and I'm getting paper, im getting ... (ok)
Writer: Roo Ski
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