Letras
(Rok on the track! Rok! Rok!)
(Rok on the track, yeah)
They tryna box me in like an inmate
Care about that shit 'cause I been paid
Wit' a bad bih like Beyoncé
And I'm goin' hard for my damn gang
I'm a ball hog, nigga, you lame
We gon' fye that boy up like some propane
I don't cry no more, I just muh'fuckin' pray
Like the movers, we get that boy out the way
Like the movers, like the movers
I get clean as the fuck like a Hoover
And I'm countin' on these blues, Larry Hoover
Pray to Jesus, I don't know Jehovah
But your bitch in here bendin' it over
Got this Glock in my pocket, I blow ya
Niggas pussy, they don't even know it
Finna rock that boy shit, David Bowie
I gotta try that shit
Shawty bad, I don't even want to tell her
I don't want to tell her
Nigga talkin' that shit, put his ass to hell, uh
I might try that bitch
Got the stick, I might fye that shit
Nigga tryin' all these different thangs
But I still need the same bih
Nigga playin' all these different games
I don't play with no lame bih
Nigga, play with my name, boy, and this shit gon' get dangerous
Nigga tryin' that shit, it get dangerous
And I'm slidin' with slime, with slime
And this ho wanna fuck, she ain't mine
And this ho wanna fuck, she ain't mine
Why, why, why these niggas be lyin'?
Why, why, why lil' baby so fine?
Why, why, why these niggas be lyin'?
Why, why, why lil' baby so fine?
They tryna box me in like an inmate
Care about that shit 'cause I been paid
Wit' a bad bih like Beyoncé
And I'm goin' hard for my damn gang
I'm a ball hog, nigga, you lame
We gon' fye that boy up like some propane
I don't cry no more, I just muh'fuckin' pray
Like the movers, we get that boy out the way
Like the movers, like the movers
I get clean as the fuck like a Hoover
And I'm countin' on these blues, Larry Hoover
Pray to Jesus, I don't know Jehovah
But your bitch in here bendin' it over
Got this Glock in my pocket, I blow ya
Niggas pussy, they don't even know it
Finna rock that boy shit, David Bowie