Rock Wit It

I love the fact that im stackin'
Only designer the jacket
You know the coupe ima back it
Got the infiniti matchin'
Only get dick if she ratchet
The beat fire ima dab it
Cutting trees like im rabbit you probably wont understand it
The mileage high in my city
Cuz all my niggaz gon run it
Drew Franks when i kick it
Moonrocks when i bun it
Grind hard for my stomach
Shoot shit like im Mullin
You know i party at Vegas about a stack for me stuntin'
I know my diamonds be dancin' dont really care bout the cut
You know im grindin' like crazy
Dat 45 by my gut
Ski mask give it up
I milly walk cuz im buck
I drop a dime on the time bitches beg me to fuck
In some foreigns i dab
Im known for blowin a bag
I been hustling for years i seen Troy on the ave
In some foreigns i dab
Im known for blowin a bag
I been hustling for years i seen Troy on the ave Let's go



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Writer(s): Matthew Morris
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