F**k Rock Bottom (feat. Colt Cassidy)
Kick it with yo kinfolk
Gamecube and indo
Niggas in my business so i caught him by the red nose
Play a nigga like he six four Nintendo
When shit get suspenseful
Gotta keep it real
Let these niggas know I'm the man of steele
Kicking in yo doe
With the smith & forty-four
I'm popeye on the spinach
I'm harry with the quidditch
Coming for my gang and I'm coming for your fitted
Find out where he living
Catchem in the kitchen
Imma keep it shh cause the feds always listen
Bobby told you dat
Is Wunna gonna rat
Imma keep it shh cause it's all under wraps
Like turkey out the oven
Imma stuff his muffin
If you think I'm bluffing
Just up it at the function
Then we'll see whos ducking
I ain't never running
I'm running outta options
So put me inna coffin
Leave my momma sobbing
Little brothers get to robbing
Ganged up or mobbing
Hung or in jail
If i don't prevail
My soul i'll sale
Or go out stale
Fuck that
Gotta get my bucks back
Get a bigger buck stack
Then triple up and fourth that
Split it with my Rugrats
Caddy or a boat shack
Where i count my coats at
Where Andy might be coach at
Got him in his coach hat
Bitch
Hey fishy
What wit de
Ras clat
Knotty boi dem
Off em
Send em da poppa
Blem
Send to the doctor
They don't want no problem
Pls don't start the violence
Cause I can't get it rowdy
If you bouta hoe
I wasn't particularly
Raised for it
But you Niggas
Been asking
So I had to go brad on it
Gamecube and indo
Niggas in my business so i caught him by the red nose
Play a nigga like he six four Nintendo
When shit get suspenseful
Gotta keep it real
Let these niggas know I'm the man of steele
Kicking in yo doe
With the smith & forty-four
I'm popeye on the spinach
I'm harry with the quidditch
Coming for my gang and I'm coming for your fitted
Find out where he living
Catchem in the kitchen
Imma keep it shh cause the feds always listen
Bobby told you dat
Is Wunna gonna rat
Imma keep it shh cause it's all under wraps
Like turkey out the oven
Imma stuff his muffin
If you think I'm bluffing
Just up it at the function
Then we'll see whos ducking
I ain't never running
I'm running outta options
So put me inna coffin
Leave my momma sobbing
Little brothers get to robbing
Ganged up or mobbing
Hung or in jail
If i don't prevail
My soul i'll sale
Or go out stale
Fuck that
Gotta get my bucks back
Get a bigger buck stack
Then triple up and fourth that
Split it with my Rugrats
Caddy or a boat shack
Where i count my coats at
Where Andy might be coach at
Got him in his coach hat
Bitch
Hey fishy
What wit de
Ras clat
Knotty boi dem
Off em
Send em da poppa
Blem
Send to the doctor
They don't want no problem
Pls don't start the violence
Cause I can't get it rowdy
If you bouta hoe
I wasn't particularly
Raised for it
But you Niggas
Been asking
So I had to go brad on it
Credits
Writer(s): Daunte Bright
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