Look I been I rocking and rolling but I don't be rolling while rockin
20 Bands in a knot and it fit nice in my pocket
I told the bitch to hold my gun and if it go wrong then pop it
Bitch I'll cut a hoe off before I beef wit my partner
Ima young slick talka
I might run up on ya
Big glockie I'll pop em
And take whatever in his pocket
Have ya bih call me poppy
Thats how a young nigga rocking
I drop the soda in the pot and watch it come back rocky
MD where I'm from O town what I run
I can never leave the house with out my sack and my gun
And I can never link with you unless you bringing me funds
And I'm talking big bread don't be bringing me crumbs
Oh shit oh shit where my Gucci gadgets
Spot a bad bitch with her friends I gotta have it
She like the sparkle coming from my chain she call it magic
Big homie running the game I might pass it
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Look I been I rocking and rolling but I don't be rolling while rockin
20 Bands in a knot and it fit nice in my pocket
I told the bitch to hold my gun and if it go wrong then pop it
Bitch I'll cut a hoe off before I beef wit my partner
Ima young slick talka
I might run up on ya
Big glockie I'll pop em
And take whatever in his pocket
Have ya bih call me poppy
Thats how a young nigga rocking
I drop the soda in the pot and watch it come back rocky
MD where I'm from O town what I run
I can never leave the house with out my sack and my gun
And I can never link with you unless you bringing me funds
And I'm talking big bread don't be bringing me crumbs
Oh shit oh shit where my Gucci gadgets
Spot a bad bitch with her friends I gotta have it
She like the sparkle coming from my chain she call it magic
Big homie running the game I might pass it
20 Bands in a knot and it fit nice in my pocket
I told the bitch to hold my gun and if it go wrong then pop it
Bitch I'll cut a hoe off before I beef wit my partner
Ima young slick talka
I might run up on ya
Big glockie I'll pop em
And take whatever in his pocket
Have ya bih call me poppy
Thats how a young nigga rocking
I drop the soda in the pot and watch it come back rocky
MD where I'm from O town what I run
I can never leave the house with out my sack and my gun
And I can never link with you unless you bringing me funds
And I'm talking big bread don't be bringing me crumbs
Oh shit oh shit where my Gucci gadgets
Spot a bad bitch with her friends I gotta have it
She like the sparkle coming from my chain she call it magic
Big homie running the game I might pass it
Writer: Evander Sheets
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