Ro$etta
Nigga saw me and I swear he got the chills
Niggas used to call me for the Perky's and the pills
Nigga run up on me imma up it imma kill
Niggas like dolo you gotta chill
And imma rock star coming from the vill
Calling up two shots gone make it real
Call up sdot he don't care how you feel
Calling up Frio he been in the field
Can't believe that I found it Where I'm from he get took
We gone shoot through the bush Ain't no beating around it
Said that she love me I told her I doubt it
Said where's the rubber it's better without it
I put it in She tap out She want more rounds
She love what I'm bout
She like dolo don't go slowing down
And she fell in love with the money the guns
She met the gang now she fucking with us
We at your crib and we running it up
We got the sauce and we taking it up
And we all got the Guns They in the trunk
Nigga was dumb Now he in the dust
Send him to hell now he on of us
Bending the block we don't gotta rush
Catch me on the corner with a bike and a pipe
Nigga run up on me imma up it I don't fight
I don't care boutta like niggas follow for the hype
Put my Cartier's on cause he said it's on sight
And it's raining harder then ever
I drip patron on My sweater
And I got the rain on my stones
It look like Rosetta
Bro said he want her go get her
Fuck what they on I do better
I up the chop at whoever
I gotta watch and it's wetter
I'm dripping snow from my patek
She smelling like rose petals and the marijuana
And we smoke together we smoke hella ganja
On the road with me my forever rider
Nigga holla at her he'll be dead tomorrow
And we up when the sun go down
Know that we running the town
And sdot like who dat who dat
Aim at his Durag gunning him down
Shooting where the schools and the pools at
Nigga wanna try don't do that
Looking for your life don't lose that
Price on ya head my niggas gone do that
Catch me on the corner with a bike and a pipe
Nigga run up on me imma up it I don't fight
I don't care boutta like niggas follow for the hype
Put my Cartier's on cause he said it's on sight
And it's raining harder then ever
I drip patron on My sweater
And I got the rain on my stones
It look like Rosetta
Bro said he want her go get her
Niggas used to call me for the Perky's and the pills
Nigga run up on me imma up it imma kill
Niggas like dolo you gotta chill
And imma rock star coming from the vill
Calling up two shots gone make it real
Call up sdot he don't care how you feel
Calling up Frio he been in the field
Can't believe that I found it Where I'm from he get took
We gone shoot through the bush Ain't no beating around it
Said that she love me I told her I doubt it
Said where's the rubber it's better without it
I put it in She tap out She want more rounds
She love what I'm bout
She like dolo don't go slowing down
And she fell in love with the money the guns
She met the gang now she fucking with us
We at your crib and we running it up
We got the sauce and we taking it up
And we all got the Guns They in the trunk
Nigga was dumb Now he in the dust
Send him to hell now he on of us
Bending the block we don't gotta rush
Catch me on the corner with a bike and a pipe
Nigga run up on me imma up it I don't fight
I don't care boutta like niggas follow for the hype
Put my Cartier's on cause he said it's on sight
And it's raining harder then ever
I drip patron on My sweater
And I got the rain on my stones
It look like Rosetta
Bro said he want her go get her
Fuck what they on I do better
I up the chop at whoever
I gotta watch and it's wetter
I'm dripping snow from my patek
She smelling like rose petals and the marijuana
And we smoke together we smoke hella ganja
On the road with me my forever rider
Nigga holla at her he'll be dead tomorrow
And we up when the sun go down
Know that we running the town
And sdot like who dat who dat
Aim at his Durag gunning him down
Shooting where the schools and the pools at
Nigga wanna try don't do that
Looking for your life don't lose that
Price on ya head my niggas gone do that
Catch me on the corner with a bike and a pipe
Nigga run up on me imma up it I don't fight
I don't care boutta like niggas follow for the hype
Put my Cartier's on cause he said it's on sight
And it's raining harder then ever
I drip patron on My sweater
And I got the rain on my stones
It look like Rosetta
Bro said he want her go get her
Credits
Writer(s): Amir Quiles
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