Roscoe Dash!

Can't name a place that I can't go
CDG heart on my chest, no polo
That bitch wanna fuck, it's a no-no
2 C, no roll, that's R.I.P Coco
That boy a clown, yea, Bobo
I be VLONE, I ain't chilling with you bozos
That's a big pack, no Costco
Blue lights hit, do the Dash, yea, Roscoe!

I came with David and Zach
And with 3 hoes in the back
I don't talk to em, they sad
10 on my wrist & 200 my dash
HD, I might make you laugh
But nah, ain't shit funny, I'll promise you that
Wipe that shit off your face, before you get slapped
Told you I'm not with the chit or the chat
See now what did you gain out of making me mad
Should've known we wasn't going for that
She got a diaper butt, I am her dad
Can't you tell by how I'm spanking her ass
This shit is easy like cat in the hat
If she with me then her cat it do splat
Bitch I am slime, you can hear me say, "Slatt!"
I'm from Atlanta, that A on my cap
No cap in my rap
I'm the man lowkey
Write it down so you understand lil kid
Big bags lowkey, this drip ain't cheap
This a G-Wagon, not no Jeep
Slip-on tee, that's JPG
They gonna act like I ain't eat this beat
Shoes cost (um) like your rent times 3
You ain't gotta do it man, that's just me
2 clout tokens, she'll drop it down on me
Big gas on me like I got tree

Can't name a place that I can't go
CDG heart on my chest, no polo
That bitch wanna fuck, it's a no-no
2 C, no roll, that's R.I.P Coco
That boy a clown, yea, Bobo
I be VLONE, I ain't chilling with you bozos
That's a big pack, no Costco
Blue lights hit, do the Dash, yea, Roscoe!

I hope the 2nd verse hit like the 1st
Came in a Honda, he left in a Hearse
This is a satchel, no not a purse
I swear these petty hoes get on my nerves
Blowing my phone, making me nervous
If it's about cash, I'm at your service
I want it now, like that shit urgent
Anything else man I swear it's not pertinent
She keeping tabs on me like she a journalist
If he shoot shots, I'm like Neo, I'm curving it
I got a bag on me, waiter, I'm serving it
I hit my dance so lil shawty gonna twerk
Trigger finger itching, I'm off the perc
I think I'm a villain, shoot and I smirk
I shoot once, not a question, he murked
I feel like Ferg, how I'm putting in work
Yeah, at this point I'm just talking my shit
They asking their friends, "When he start doing this?"
I'm by myself, I don't need no assists
Up off the addys, my mind doing flips
Big body Caddy, I ride through the 6
2019, I'm with all of the shits
If that bitch stress me, I might call it quits
Yeah