Song Lyrics

You should be rolling up by now

Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these niggaz
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy hoe nigga
You more bass then boss
Off the boat small fries
And stowaways get tossed
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get yo floaties up, kiddy pool nigga
Ain't really that cool
Can't follow these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bonfire with theses bitches
Singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge
Call my ex bitch that did foul shit
F*ck her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style, ain't no love
Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my tracks don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my OG's but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's, no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight recklessing my DM's
Sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm building one of them hunny
I know that's why you want me, success is my cologne
I spray that bottle all on me, yea, yea jet life

Alan Maman