Revolver Roscoe

Yeah
21 guns
22 clips
23 drums
Go ba rum ba bum bum
Got money lump sums
Mami want some
Pretty boy gangster
I'm as grimy as they come
In the 90's I was young
Running with the big dogs
Now I'm the big dogg
Running all the little dogs
Been a long time
Yeah its been a little while
I was chill
Till they started
Stealing my style
I was the first
I was the worst
What's worse
Every verse my album
I didn't even curse
Just keep busting
Reloading
I bust and reload it
Every time you see me
I'm smoking
I'm trusty revolver
Don't need no clip
Don't need no guard
All I need is my clique
I'm on some ish
I'm with your bish
I'm off the leash
Roll up a swish
Diamond my wrist
Pasta my dish
I never snitch
I never switch
They call me roscoe
That's a revolver
You get it
You got it
You copy
You feel me capiche



Credits
Writer(s): Boris Love, David Brown
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