Roses (feat. Trippy Beamin')
Lately I been in my feelings
Baby im pinned to the ceiling
Niggas be mad they weird
They stay in the back the rear
I let the passion steer
Cant assaisinate my character
Say that I caught em off guard
Now i'm going up lile the cavaliers
Shawty im bag in my bag today
I think I might brag today
Im mixing and matching the finest
Oh nigga you really on swag today
Waiting too late for the roses
So im finna give a bouquet
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
Hold up hold up
The fashion and rap game sewed up
These niggas my sons im a donor
Im in the whip doing donuts
Hittin my phone shit blowin up
Been movin weight im toned up
Im wit young slimm thats shonuff
A lot of these niggas aint on nothin
Aye aye
Ball too hard
A nigga need a gym 2k
Blew a bag im tryna get it back today
No dead ends
Cus she say she go two ways
You are what you wear
So I guess im Rhude babe
Been rockin that Raf and that Rhude
Im sorry your just not that dude
No uzi but you better move
Two Ls got me feeling too cool
E beamin rock white and the blue It got a ring but im not azul
You help but you see how they do you
And thats why the summer was cruel
Shawty im bag in my bag today
I think I might brag today
Im mixing and matching the finest
Oh nigga you really on swag today
Waiting too late for the roses
So im finna give a bouquet
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
These niggas wont show no love
But do when you pass away
Tell em go fuck theyselves
Gonn and masturbate
Eazy that's my Beam Bro
You better not get that shit bent
If he down bad and I gotta dollar
We both got 50 cent
ATG The Fit so
We change up like Clark Kent
Want Smoke that's our theme song
Press play they gone jam
Don't know what you niggas be on
Light up get high as a drone
Casamigos in my cup
I hit the blunt and get gone
Cover 2 imma in my zone
Praying I make back home
You ever pop out with the gang
But internally feeling alone
Girl on the rise just hold me down
You say you in love better show me now
Told lor bro don't geek right now
Cuz my brova gotta 40
Send your man's to clouds
Shit get real they disappear
I live my life with no fear
When I die don't shed a tear
Give me my flowers while I'm here
Baby im pinned to the ceiling
Niggas be mad they weird
They stay in the back the rear
I let the passion steer
Cant assaisinate my character
Say that I caught em off guard
Now i'm going up lile the cavaliers
Shawty im bag in my bag today
I think I might brag today
Im mixing and matching the finest
Oh nigga you really on swag today
Waiting too late for the roses
So im finna give a bouquet
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
Hold up hold up
The fashion and rap game sewed up
These niggas my sons im a donor
Im in the whip doing donuts
Hittin my phone shit blowin up
Been movin weight im toned up
Im wit young slimm thats shonuff
A lot of these niggas aint on nothin
Aye aye
Ball too hard
A nigga need a gym 2k
Blew a bag im tryna get it back today
No dead ends
Cus she say she go two ways
You are what you wear
So I guess im Rhude babe
Been rockin that Raf and that Rhude
Im sorry your just not that dude
No uzi but you better move
Two Ls got me feeling too cool
E beamin rock white and the blue It got a ring but im not azul
You help but you see how they do you
And thats why the summer was cruel
Shawty im bag in my bag today
I think I might brag today
Im mixing and matching the finest
Oh nigga you really on swag today
Waiting too late for the roses
So im finna give a bouquet
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
These niggas wont show you no love
But do when you pass away
These niggas wont show no love
But do when you pass away
Tell em go fuck theyselves
Gonn and masturbate
Eazy that's my Beam Bro
You better not get that shit bent
If he down bad and I gotta dollar
We both got 50 cent
ATG The Fit so
We change up like Clark Kent
Want Smoke that's our theme song
Press play they gone jam
Don't know what you niggas be on
Light up get high as a drone
Casamigos in my cup
I hit the blunt and get gone
Cover 2 imma in my zone
Praying I make back home
You ever pop out with the gang
But internally feeling alone
Girl on the rise just hold me down
You say you in love better show me now
Told lor bro don't geek right now
Cuz my brova gotta 40
Send your man's to clouds
Shit get real they disappear
I live my life with no fear
When I die don't shed a tear
Give me my flowers while I'm here
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Embree
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