Black Roses

If I get caught up in that jam girl would ride for me
Draw down with that stick and hop out would you slide for me
If I'm facing 30 years plus life would you do that time with me
Ride for me slide with me can't let these fuck niggas ride on me

Pull up hop out I got the bag of me
Drop a bag on ya head if you thinking bout playing with me
Pour a four light the gas got the zans in the seat
If he try to play me it's a catastrophe

Raised in the bricks had to get me a bag
I was dead broke no one gave me a chance
Living off bitches I was down on my ass
Now that I'm up I been getting this cash

Niggas be hating and these bitches mad
Hop out that foreign some shit that go fast
225 what it say on the dash
Dressed in that polo them horses go fast

Gucci on my belt double Gs on me
Had to pop me a perk wash it down with the lean
Double cup stuffed 40 Glock got a beam
I was thugging in the mall with the strap on me

It's fuck your opinion these niggas be hating
I got me some ice and they say I went skating
Jumped out the coup you can call it amazing
Smoke on that good shit I fw some Haitians

Popping that shit I be talking that shit
Infrared beams man I swear it miss
Niggas be stressing he mad bout a bitch
I got me a bag now they all wanna diss

Down by that water I'm straight out the bricks
RIP Camouflage he was the shit
I fw some niggas who banging the 6

Bad lil broad yea she fuck with the crew
Serving them junkies way back in high school
Fuck all my teachers they call me a fool
Now I'm pulling up swerving acting a fool

I'm rocking these shows when I'm in Atlanta
Turnt on the stage while I'm sipping this Fanta
Busting them speakers cuz this is the anthem
Pull up at the stop light she twerking In traffic



Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Wallace
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