Balboa & Roscoe

I got plenty niggas watchin', ain't no need to drive slow
Red light, dead light, nigga, we don't stop at those
Got a Glocky in my lap, On Balboa and Roscoe
Got the Goonies in the Cadillac, we dodging potholes

Ain't no slime been that nigga since the fuckin' snot nose
SB's from 05, nigga, you ain't got those
Damn skinny, why you takin' risks? I'm tired of bein' broke
Whats free, need a fee, anytime I hit the shows

Next bitch say she lovin' me, I tell her, die bout me
Sittin' at the table, gang feel like Godfather
Valley Wave, funk flex, drop a bomb on em
Make a scary movie, call a nigga Rob Zombie

Aye
It's cash on the floor, tell them hoes, pick it up
Them is Ricky jeans, how that ass lifted up
I know a bad bitch when I see one, huh
I fuck a bad bitch when I see one

And she suckin' dick so long, I think she got her knees done
I don't want a bad bitch, but I think I need one
Bitch like Megan Fox, ridin' with machine guns
She sniffin' Lindsay Lohan, I like them mean girls

Aye
The money come with rubber bands, we pop em' off bitch
She just wanna fuck with me, she pop it off, bitch
Army guns on his block, we gon' pop it off, bitch
Fresh seal on the pint, know we pop it off, bitch

I got plenty niggas watchin', ain't no need to drive slow
Red light, dead light, nigga, we dont stop at those
Got a Glocky in my lap, On Balboa and Roscoe
Got the Goonies in the Cadillac, we dodging potholes

Ain't no slime, been that nigga since a fuckin' snot nose
SB's from 05, nigga, you ain't got those
Damn skinny, why you takin' risks? I'm tired of bein' broke
What's free, need a fee, every time I hit the show

Ayy, you ain't who you say you is, why you lie to me, huh
You was supposed to be the one, ride or die with me, huh
Outta town, makin' sounds, hold it down for me
Now it's M.O. Double B, money over broke bitches

If I ever did you wrong, just know that you deserve that
I be posted with my own, you be where the nerds at, huh
Brogot prescriptions like where the nurse at
Fell in love with the pinks, tell me where the percs at

I'm tryna get my fees right, why you lean light
It's a plot on some money, I don't think twice
We tryna call up Mr. Mosley for the sweet life
See my shoes why they staring?,
cost a mean price

Bitch, huh,
Fux your face now
Got a cute, thick bitch, fix her waist now

In a red-eyed cat, wanna race now,
Wassup! Bitch!



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Writer(s): Dwain Whisenant Ii
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