Paroles de la chanson Og Ginobili par
(Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)
(Rok on the track, yeah)
Knew I was gon' play with them guns since a kiddie
I'm in this shit, probably get shot just like Ricky
W-w-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)
I bring this in, bust out the club, it come with me
I'm taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney (Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi (Rok on the track, yeah)
"Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?"
(Rok on the track, yeah)
Knew I was gon' play with them guns since a kiddie
I'm in this shit, probably get shot just like Ricky
W-w-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)
I bring this in, bust out the club, it come with me
I'm taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney (Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi (Rok on the track, yeah)
"Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?"
I dropped outta high school, I don't use a pen
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen
My bitch a Kardashian, she in barely bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)
I'm inside your bitch, all the money escapes
Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I probably would fuck 'em and tell 'em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
I hop out the bed, and I put on some Gucci
I'm gettin' some head in my motherfuckin' Gucci
My-my ho tryna beat a bitch up like Karrueche
The dirtiest cup, I ain't sippin' kombucha (Right, huh)
I don't like this bitch, them lil' feelings ain't mutual
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they enter my room
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen
My bitch a Kardashian, she in barely bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)
I'm inside your bitch, all the money escapes
Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I probably would fuck 'em and tell 'em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
I hop out the bed, and I put on some Gucci
I'm gettin' some head in my motherfuckin' Gucci
My-my ho tryna beat a bitch up like Karrueche
The dirtiest cup, I ain't sippin' kombucha (Right, huh)
I don't like this bitch, them lil' feelings ain't mutual
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they enter my room
Get neck when I want like I'm hangin' a noose
Tryna turn up to Che, we don't turn on the blues
Yeah, still fuck all these itty-bitty artists
It's some hookers and killers that come from that part
We should chop off your head for a lil' bitty price
I got infrared beams, now you turned to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi'
The white boys say my weed is fuckin' exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
Knew I was gon' play with them guns since a kiddie
I'm in this shit, probably get shot just like Ricky
Tryna turn up to Che, we don't turn on the blues
Yeah, still fuck all these itty-bitty artists
It's some hookers and killers that come from that part
We should chop off your head for a lil' bitty price
I got infrared beams, now you turned to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi'
The white boys say my weed is fuckin' exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
Knew I was gon' play with them guns since a kiddie
I'm in this shit, probably get shot just like Ricky
W-w-wrist in the pot, you get cooked up like chili (Woo)
I bring this in, bust out the club, it come with me
I'm taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
"Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?"
I dropped outta high school, I don't use a pen
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen
My bitch a Kardashian, she in barely bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)
I'm inside your bitch, all the money escapes
Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I probably would fuck 'em and tell 'em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
I bring this in, bust out the club, it come with me
I'm taking more drugs both than Bobby and Whitney
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
"Ayy, how you perform with that lean in your kidney?"
I dropped outta high school, I don't use a pen
My nigga got murders, so he in the pen
My bitch a Kardashian, she in barely bought Skims
The devil in Prada, I look like a Sith (Hey)
I'm inside your bitch, all the money escapes
Seven car lot, I rock this out in Turks (H-hey)
If every bitch I already fucked had a twin
I probably would fuck 'em and tell 'em to kiss
Your broad just asked me for some Givenchy kicks
Yeah, still fuck all these itty-bitty artists
It's some hookers and killers that come from that part
We should chop off your head for a lil' bitty price
I got infrared beams, now you turned to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi'
The white boys say my weed is fuckin' exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
Tuckin' this semi, tuckin' this semi
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
B-B-B-Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
It's some hookers and killers that come from that part
We should chop off your head for a lil' bitty price
I got infrared beams, now you turned to a target
I was just a kid when my dad got indicted
Pop out my cocoon and buy me a new Masi'
The white boys say my weed is fuckin' exotic
Got two different greasers, they both in my pockets
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
Tuckin' this semi, tuckin' this semi
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
B-B-B-Bottega boots, but I'm still tuckin' this semi
Tuckin' this semi, tuckin' this semi
Bottega Bottega boots Bottega-tega-tega-tega-tega
Bottega Bottega boots Bottega-tega-tega-tega-tega