5 AM IN VEGAS
Yeah
Twenty twenty one I got the cold shoulder
I told them I'll be back like nah nigga
This shit isn't over
Prepare to witness greatness Something like Jehovah
Can't find the talent in a city full of posers
Closure its the end of a chapter
I see how they looking when I tell them I'm a rapper
She here for the footage barely text the bitches after
No singles in a minute
Probably drop this when it's mastered
Oh shit the album that reminds me
If you niggas need me you know where to find me
Watched niggas fumble deals bet the label wished they signed me
Oh you the hottest
I played corner guess thats why you failed to run it by me
Fuck a nine to five we in studios
The goons got blowers that will knock you out your Louis clothes
I don't got the time to weed out groupie hoes
I just tell them see you when you get there like I'm Coolio
You could never play me for a foolio
She name drop rappers like i give a fuck who she knows
I see right through the nails and the Gucci clothes
The real her might be cool but she's the only one who truly knows
Woah
Im just giving niggas free game
I gotta do this on my own girl
This ain't a you and me thing
This is a i'm going to wait and see thing
When you got it how i got it you don't even really need chains
But fuck it two or three chains on me
You don't know me
Rock star life Bon Jovi
Rojo in this bitch the one and only
Can't have these bitches on my phone these hoes be phony
Its my fault I told her hit me when you lonely
I need two point five Warner or Sony
I can't wife you I won't pay no alimony
I won't no alimony
Blue Bills with me like Josh Allen
You niggas need to stop rapping no talent
No smoke no beef all salad
Far as Vegas go we the best no Khaled
Ya'll not valid I won't allow it
Quick update to the roster that's your girl she been added
Lexus back in twenty eighteen I been crashed it
The drip you begging for from your bitch I been had it
You dropping hearts in her Dm I been smashing
Foot on necks for so long y'all been tapping
Y'all been capping about some shit in the streets that ain't happen
On gram captions pictures of poles you ain't having
You ain't clapping
Twenty twenty one I got the cold shoulder
I told them I'll be back like nah nigga
This shit isn't over
Prepare to witness greatness Something like Jehovah
Can't find the talent in a city full of posers
Closure its the end of a chapter
I see how they looking when I tell them I'm a rapper
She here for the footage barely text the bitches after
No singles in a minute
Probably drop this when it's mastered
Oh shit the album that reminds me
If you niggas need me you know where to find me
Watched niggas fumble deals bet the label wished they signed me
Oh you the hottest
I played corner guess thats why you failed to run it by me
Fuck a nine to five we in studios
The goons got blowers that will knock you out your Louis clothes
I don't got the time to weed out groupie hoes
I just tell them see you when you get there like I'm Coolio
You could never play me for a foolio
She name drop rappers like i give a fuck who she knows
I see right through the nails and the Gucci clothes
The real her might be cool but she's the only one who truly knows
Woah
Im just giving niggas free game
I gotta do this on my own girl
This ain't a you and me thing
This is a i'm going to wait and see thing
When you got it how i got it you don't even really need chains
But fuck it two or three chains on me
You don't know me
Rock star life Bon Jovi
Rojo in this bitch the one and only
Can't have these bitches on my phone these hoes be phony
Its my fault I told her hit me when you lonely
I need two point five Warner or Sony
I can't wife you I won't pay no alimony
I won't no alimony
Blue Bills with me like Josh Allen
You niggas need to stop rapping no talent
No smoke no beef all salad
Far as Vegas go we the best no Khaled
Ya'll not valid I won't allow it
Quick update to the roster that's your girl she been added
Lexus back in twenty eighteen I been crashed it
The drip you begging for from your bitch I been had it
You dropping hearts in her Dm I been smashing
Foot on necks for so long y'all been tapping
Y'all been capping about some shit in the streets that ain't happen
On gram captions pictures of poles you ain't having
You ain't clapping
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Writer(s): Trae Rojo
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