Thru the Roof
Shut the fuck up
I'm 'bouta grip the Drac', yeah, don't the fuck with the kid (Phew)
Lil' pussy boy ran up, so I shot at the kid
All the shit you say you did; I already did
Bitch, I'm blowin' through the fuckin' roof, I got this beat from Sid
Like, how you be sayin' you on the come up?
No, no, you never turnt, bitch, you don't turn up
Blowin' this shit, blow it through the roof
Through the muh'fuckin' roof!
Now you know how I'm feelin' (Now you know)
Blow through the ceiling (Phew)
Blow through the ceiling (Blow, blow, blow)
I don't want dealings (No)
Uh, I don't want questions, lil' boy, don't be testin', okay
Run up on me tryna catch a fade? No, bitch, I'm not second guessin'
That youngin' got a strap, I gotta grab my gat
Y'all chasin' me for what? Shootin' that shit and it went through his guts
Smokin' that shit, pass it to my dawg, pass it to my dawg, huh
See green like a frog, uh, I'm with all of the Phrogs
Bad bitch (Bad), bad bitch (Bad), she all on my log (Ooh)
Doin' this shit, I go crazy, I feel like a god, I feel like a god, but I'm not God
He ran up on me, he ain't do shit
He attempted to unload them two clips
He droppin' that shit like his tool slipped
I be all in her dentals, no toothpick
Bad bitch, cute bitch, one bitch, two bitch
We might take like one or two pics
Bitch, you're soft like a q-tip, we make us a movie
I'm 'bouta grip the Drac', yeah, don't the fuck with the kid (Phew)
Lil' pussy boy ran up, so I shot at the kid
All the shit you say you did; I already did
Bitch, I'm blowin' through the fuckin' roof, I got this beat from Sid
Like, how you be sayin' you on the come up?
No, no, you never turnt, bitch, you don't turn up
Blowin' this shit, blow it through the roof
Through the muh'fuckin' roof!
Now you know how I'm feelin' (Now you know)
Blow through the ceiling (Phew)
Blow through the ceiling (Blow, blow, blow)
I don't want dealings (No)
Fuck! Ah, oh, fuck
Shit, shit!
Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!
911, what's your emergency?
Look, I fuckin' got shot
And if y'all don't hurry yo' asses up, I swear I'm 'bouta fuckin' kill these youngin's
I'm 'bouta grip the Drac', yeah, don't the fuck with the kid (Phew)
Lil' pussy boy ran up, so I shot at the kid
All the shit you say you did; I already did
Bitch, I'm blowin' through the fuckin' roof, I got this beat from Sid
Like, how you be sayin' you on the come up?
No, no, you never turnt, bitch, you don't turn up
Blowin' this shit, blow it through the roof
Through the muh'fuckin' roof!
Now you know how I'm feelin' (Now you know)
Blow through the ceiling (Phew)
Blow through the ceiling (Blow, blow, blow)
I don't want dealings (No)
Uh, I don't want questions, lil' boy, don't be testin', okay
Run up on me tryna catch a fade? No, bitch, I'm not second guessin'
That youngin' got a strap, I gotta grab my gat
Y'all chasin' me for what? Shootin' that shit and it went through his guts
Smokin' that shit, pass it to my dawg, pass it to my dawg, huh
See green like a frog, uh, I'm with all of the Phrogs
Bad bitch (Bad), bad bitch (Bad), she all on my log (Ooh)
Doin' this shit, I go crazy, I feel like a god, I feel like a god, but I'm not God
He ran up on me, he ain't do shit
He attempted to unload them two clips
He droppin' that shit like his tool slipped
I be all in her dentals, no toothpick
Bad bitch, cute bitch, one bitch, two bitch
We might take like one or two pics
Bitch, you're soft like a q-tip, we make us a movie
I'm 'bouta grip the Drac', yeah, don't the fuck with the kid (Phew)
Lil' pussy boy ran up, so I shot at the kid
All the shit you say you did; I already did
Bitch, I'm blowin' through the fuckin' roof, I got this beat from Sid
Like, how you be sayin' you on the come up?
No, no, you never turnt, bitch, you don't turn up
Blowin' this shit, blow it through the roof
Through the muh'fuckin' roof!
Now you know how I'm feelin' (Now you know)
Blow through the ceiling (Phew)
Blow through the ceiling (Blow, blow, blow)
I don't want dealings (No)
Fuck! Ah, oh, fuck
Shit, shit!
Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!
911, what's your emergency?
Look, I fuckin' got shot
And if y'all don't hurry yo' asses up, I swear I'm 'bouta fuckin' kill these youngin's
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Pastrana
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