Never on the rock, never on the roll I just made a play, I went west to north
She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me
Skirt off going 140, yeah f*ck the police
Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie, I've been getting racks, yeah, living in disguise
Pouring up a four, yeah, bought another pint, I got a new side, brought her to my high rise
Yeah, I'm pouring tris, bitch, bout to pour up, pass me the cream soda, quick, I didn't roll up
For you to smoke the whole zip, why you tote your gun just to get hit with my full clip
Oh, f*ck, yeah, that shit over oh, your slut, she's with us, in the back of the boulder
Hit that squad, givin' top, ride us like a coaster
Rode us like a bike, why the f*ck you wife that hoe, yeah
Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise
I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try
Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock
Oh, we got the Runtz, you see it in my eyes
Yeah, I'm faking no disguise, she in the corner, sniffing lines
Money coming, pink and blue and green
My bitch want some new teeth, my eyes too red, need visine
I'm in Neverland, never let her go
Give a f*ck about money, bitch, I throw that shit on the floor
What the f*ck these niggas want from me, I don't even know
In that track hawk Jeep, I go
Where my diamonds, no snow
In Montana, like I'm Joe
I'ma throw some bullets at you
Never on the rock, never on the roll
Bad foreign thot told her I can't love her
She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me
Got a lock with a g, yeah I aim that bitch from three
Got me talking to the devil, yeah, I'm sippin' lean
I tried paying attention, but it paid me
Walked in Margiela for kicks, huh, shopping spree
I don't ever shop Saks Fifth, I go right to Neiman's
Ran a bag, yeah, yeah at SoHo
Spent the bag, no, I don't shop no mall
Paradise on an island, Ico
Pull up on her right, in a Bentley Bentayga
You got me dozing off, I've been on so many drugs
We pull Smith n Wesson, out the holsters
Yeah, I always keep my firearm, I don't know you
Sorry, baby girl, yeah, I got to lie
I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise
I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try
Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock
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Never on the rock, never on the roll I just made a play, I went west to north
She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me
Skirt off going 140, yeah f*ck the police
Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie, I've been getting racks, yeah, living in disguise
Pouring up a four, yeah, bought another pint, I got a new side, brought her to my high rise
Yeah, I'm pouring tris, bitch, bout to pour up, pass me the cream soda, quick, I didn't roll up
For you to smoke the whole zip, why you tote your gun just to get hit with my full clip
Oh, f*ck, yeah, that shit over oh, your slut, she's with us, in the back of the boulder
Hit that squad, givin' top, ride us like a coaster
Rode us like a bike, why the f*ck you wife that hoe, yeah
Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise
I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try
Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock
Oh, we got the Runtz, you see it in my eyes
Yeah, I'm faking no disguise, she in the corner, sniffing lines
Money coming, pink and blue and green
My bitch want some new teeth, my eyes too red, need visine
I'm in Neverland, never let her go
Give a f*ck about money, bitch, I throw that shit on the floor
What the f*ck these niggas want from me, I don't even know
In that track hawk Jeep, I go
Where my diamonds, no snow
In Montana, like I'm Joe
I'ma throw some bullets at you
Never on the rock, never on the roll
Bad foreign thot told her I can't love her
She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me
Got a lock with a g, yeah I aim that bitch from three
Got me talking to the devil, yeah, I'm sippin' lean
I tried paying attention, but it paid me
Walked in Margiela for kicks, huh, shopping spree
I don't ever shop Saks Fifth, I go right to Neiman's
Ran a bag, yeah, yeah at SoHo
Spent the bag, no, I don't shop no mall
Paradise on an island, Ico
Pull up on her right, in a Bentley Bentayga
You got me dozing off, I've been on so many drugs
We pull Smith n Wesson, out the holsters
Yeah, I always keep my firearm, I don't know you
Sorry, baby girl, yeah, I got to lie
I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise
I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try
Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock
She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me
Skirt off going 140, yeah f*ck the police
Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie, I've been getting racks, yeah, living in disguise
Pouring up a four, yeah, bought another pint, I got a new side, brought her to my high rise
Yeah, I'm pouring tris, bitch, bout to pour up, pass me the cream soda, quick, I didn't roll up
For you to smoke the whole zip, why you tote your gun just to get hit with my full clip
Oh, f*ck, yeah, that shit over oh, your slut, she's with us, in the back of the boulder
Hit that squad, givin' top, ride us like a coaster
Rode us like a bike, why the f*ck you wife that hoe, yeah
Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise
I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try
Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock
Oh, we got the Runtz, you see it in my eyes
Yeah, I'm faking no disguise, she in the corner, sniffing lines
Money coming, pink and blue and green
My bitch want some new teeth, my eyes too red, need visine
I'm in Neverland, never let her go
Give a f*ck about money, bitch, I throw that shit on the floor
What the f*ck these niggas want from me, I don't even know
In that track hawk Jeep, I go
Where my diamonds, no snow
In Montana, like I'm Joe
I'ma throw some bullets at you
Never on the rock, never on the roll
Bad foreign thot told her I can't love her
She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me
Got a lock with a g, yeah I aim that bitch from three
Got me talking to the devil, yeah, I'm sippin' lean
I tried paying attention, but it paid me
Walked in Margiela for kicks, huh, shopping spree
I don't ever shop Saks Fifth, I go right to Neiman's
Ran a bag, yeah, yeah at SoHo
Spent the bag, no, I don't shop no mall
Paradise on an island, Ico
Pull up on her right, in a Bentley Bentayga
You got me dozing off, I've been on so many drugs
We pull Smith n Wesson, out the holsters
Yeah, I always keep my firearm, I don't know you
Sorry, baby girl, yeah, I got to lie
I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise
I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try
Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock
Writer: Cole Stone, Tae Garcons
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