The Ro
Coming live from The Ro
That's that 570
Where the slopes and the streets and our trunks full of snow
Pour that jame, sip it slow
Smoke and selling piccolo
And what I make off of that, deposit in my escrow
Although known for the flow
Ya boy still living low
So don't feature me in drama, pistols make a cameo
Got ya lady riding shotgun asking baby can we go
Got her bussin like an uzi, trigger happy in ya hoe
Nick Saban to these women, way they roll with the tide
None better ain't a wave, we tsunamis, tryna ride
Went from an outcast, till I tripled my stacks
Making it big boy, I aim to never miss jack
Son cold, I ain't got no time to sleep
Michael Pepsi ad flow, I come off the top with heat, RIP
Making billies, whippin whippin Billie Jean
Love my people so I only serve the shit to Charlie Sheen
It's a dream
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
(Leggo)
My niggas told me you the only one stopping you
Keep dropping them gems and everybody gon' rock wit you
The bandwagon's a rocket you'll take off when they clocking you
Your gravity gon' pull the same people that's mocking you
Don't let em write you off, just know you right in your place
They plagiarizing for paper, their swag copy and paste
My niggas down to get busy, you know the shit they be on
When time to show you got heart, you get your cardio on
Running laps round these niggas on tracks and in the field
Ain't no running up on nothing, my niggas passing the steel
Passing all on this pussy cause I just ain't got the time
For playing with your emotions, this money is on my mind
Not to mention I hate twitter honeys but still follow
In hopes I get famous enough to make em wanna swallow
But these bitches gon' be around so I couldn't be bothered
I'm poppin' my collar, chasing that almighty dollar
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
(Leggo)
That's that 570
Where the slopes and the streets and our trunks full of snow
Pour that jame, sip it slow
Smoke and selling piccolo
And what I make off of that, deposit in my escrow
Although known for the flow
Ya boy still living low
So don't feature me in drama, pistols make a cameo
Got ya lady riding shotgun asking baby can we go
Got her bussin like an uzi, trigger happy in ya hoe
Nick Saban to these women, way they roll with the tide
None better ain't a wave, we tsunamis, tryna ride
Went from an outcast, till I tripled my stacks
Making it big boy, I aim to never miss jack
Son cold, I ain't got no time to sleep
Michael Pepsi ad flow, I come off the top with heat, RIP
Making billies, whippin whippin Billie Jean
Love my people so I only serve the shit to Charlie Sheen
It's a dream
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
(Leggo)
My niggas told me you the only one stopping you
Keep dropping them gems and everybody gon' rock wit you
The bandwagon's a rocket you'll take off when they clocking you
Your gravity gon' pull the same people that's mocking you
Don't let em write you off, just know you right in your place
They plagiarizing for paper, their swag copy and paste
My niggas down to get busy, you know the shit they be on
When time to show you got heart, you get your cardio on
Running laps round these niggas on tracks and in the field
Ain't no running up on nothing, my niggas passing the steel
Passing all on this pussy cause I just ain't got the time
For playing with your emotions, this money is on my mind
Not to mention I hate twitter honeys but still follow
In hopes I get famous enough to make em wanna swallow
But these bitches gon' be around so I couldn't be bothered
I'm poppin' my collar, chasing that almighty dollar
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
You know they love me when I'm riding through The Ro
I told my partners we gon' be the next to blow
That we gon' be alright when we run into dough
And show the world ain't no better like woah
(Leggo)
Credits
Writer(s): Uncle Trey
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