Roar
Yeah
Yeah uh
Uh yeah these niggas all talk
Uh yeah these niggas act tough
These niggas my sons, guess you could call them my flock
I don't speak English lil bitch you know all I speak is guap
I get the trap I get the mac stay with the fours
Toating the tool playing like pool running it up made like four
Your girl gave me the lip and I gave her the tip
And I kicked lil shorty outta the door
This choppa gone lift him up gon trip him up gon leave him laying on the floor
This choppa gon lift him up gon twist him up gon leave his heart pounding for more
Load up the clip this choppa gon kick
Mess with the clique the choppa do more
Play with her itty kitty my girl pretty you know that she pretty like Kitty Kouture
Big ar that bitch gotta kick and big ar that bitch gotta roar
Roar like lion
Niggas be lying
Stay with an iron
Baby Im fly
They not on the block these niggas just say so
Slide on the block pour a four in a Faygo
Too much gas it smell like dank too much gas man this shit stank
Whole lotta red no not Carti
Whole lotta red no Bacardi
Sipping on red Momma I'm sorry
Yeah I am the life of the party
No that bitch can't hop in the rari
Seen wockhardt it felt like a party
Can't fuck your bitch cause she look sloppy
Im off the red im feeling sloppy
White girl blonde hair look like a Barbie
30M Rodstar Uzi and Carti
Pop two pills nigga pop two beans
I'm carrying a drum that shit make me lean
Swerve swerve see you buss at your spleen
Underhand serve like a jock onna team
Niggas be tipping these bitches be green
Look at the beam you know that it gleam
Look at the junkies you know that they fiend
Look at your bitch she looking at me
Uh cause she could tell I got the money
Cause she can tell I got the power
Moving the work by the hour
Hitting that pressure that's power
Making her bloom like a flower
Pop an rp for the power
These niggas be pussy yall cowards
I get the trap I get the mac stay with the fours
Toating the tool playing like pool running it up made like four
Your girl gave me the lip and I gave her the tip
And I kicked lil shorty outta the door
This choppa gone lift him up gon trip him up gon leave him laying on the floor
This choppa gon lift him up gon twist him up gon leave his heart pounding for more
Load up the clip this choppa gon kick
Mess with the clique the choppa do more
Play with her itty kitty my girl pretty you know that she pretty like Kitty Kouture
Big ar that bitch gotta kick and big ar that bitch gotta roar
Yeah uh
Uh yeah these niggas all talk
Uh yeah these niggas act tough
These niggas my sons, guess you could call them my flock
I don't speak English lil bitch you know all I speak is guap
I get the trap I get the mac stay with the fours
Toating the tool playing like pool running it up made like four
Your girl gave me the lip and I gave her the tip
And I kicked lil shorty outta the door
This choppa gone lift him up gon trip him up gon leave him laying on the floor
This choppa gon lift him up gon twist him up gon leave his heart pounding for more
Load up the clip this choppa gon kick
Mess with the clique the choppa do more
Play with her itty kitty my girl pretty you know that she pretty like Kitty Kouture
Big ar that bitch gotta kick and big ar that bitch gotta roar
Roar like lion
Niggas be lying
Stay with an iron
Baby Im fly
They not on the block these niggas just say so
Slide on the block pour a four in a Faygo
Too much gas it smell like dank too much gas man this shit stank
Whole lotta red no not Carti
Whole lotta red no Bacardi
Sipping on red Momma I'm sorry
Yeah I am the life of the party
No that bitch can't hop in the rari
Seen wockhardt it felt like a party
Can't fuck your bitch cause she look sloppy
Im off the red im feeling sloppy
White girl blonde hair look like a Barbie
30M Rodstar Uzi and Carti
Pop two pills nigga pop two beans
I'm carrying a drum that shit make me lean
Swerve swerve see you buss at your spleen
Underhand serve like a jock onna team
Niggas be tipping these bitches be green
Look at the beam you know that it gleam
Look at the junkies you know that they fiend
Look at your bitch she looking at me
Uh cause she could tell I got the money
Cause she can tell I got the power
Moving the work by the hour
Hitting that pressure that's power
Making her bloom like a flower
Pop an rp for the power
These niggas be pussy yall cowards
I get the trap I get the mac stay with the fours
Toating the tool playing like pool running it up made like four
Your girl gave me the lip and I gave her the tip
And I kicked lil shorty outta the door
This choppa gone lift him up gon trip him up gon leave him laying on the floor
This choppa gon lift him up gon twist him up gon leave his heart pounding for more
Load up the clip this choppa gon kick
Mess with the clique the choppa do more
Play with her itty kitty my girl pretty you know that she pretty like Kitty Kouture
Big ar that bitch gotta kick and big ar that bitch gotta roar
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Writer(s): Rodney Williams
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