TRIPLESEVEN (feat. Arxth)
TRB Roddy
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(Shout out to Young Misfit Gang, bitch ass nigga bro) (Ay Geo got the bands, huh?) (Roddy on the beat) (Mom, Roddy's making hits again) Glock with a beam, that bitch got Aimbot Barely gotta aim when I shoot, I shoot headshots Never switch on the gang, I been on the same block Rebel Boy just might take some shit out your mailbox He talking shit up on the 'Gram, man, he might get his shit shot This nigga said he wanna fistfight, he might get his shit rocked Bitch, I been counting blues like I don't f*ck with Xbox I told that bitch "Hit my email, 'cause I do not text thots" Yuh yuh, Young Roddy bitch Yuh yuh, Young Roddy bitch (Aye!) Yuh yuh, Young Roddy bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch! Bitch, I'm counting up coins like I'm Mario These niggas run from the gang, they got cardio Snacking on ramen, that's a lot of sodium Yo bitch, she stand on my dick like a podium, what? Devil worshipers inside of my DM's I bet they won't say a word when I pop out and see 'em I got some questions for 'em, I can't wait 'til I meet 'em That lil' nigga a bitch, I would not wanna be him I shout my shot at a thot, and I only got basket We pull up at your funeral, piss on your casket Lil' bitch I am a tiger, your girl Carol Baskin That boy talk all that shit, we turned em' into has-beens Glock with a beam, that bitch got Aimbot Barely gotta aim when I shoot, I shoot headshots Never switch on the gang, I been on the same block Rebel Boy just might take some shit out your mailbox He talking shit up on the 'Gram, man, he might get his shit shot This nigga said he wanna fistfight, he might get his shit rocked Bitch, I been counting blues like I don't f*ck with Xbox I told that bitch "Hit my email, 'cause I do not text thots" Yeah, hold up, I just hit up Roddy He said "We catching bodies!" And yo mom a thotty, I saw her acting naughty Shut up, it's your bedtime Put you on the headline You a white boy, throwing gang signs Bitch, where your hairline? Stay in the sidelines I got my gang and we gon' let them guns blow Bang me up, El Chapo Your name on my ammo I smoke you, tobacco Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, "Hooligan Brotherhood, I'm in yo motherhood", yeah Glock with a beam, that bitch got Aimbot Barely gotta aim when I shoot, I shoot headshots Never switch on the gang, I been on the same block Rebel Boy just might take some shit out your mailbox He talking shit up on the 'Gram, man, he might get his shit shot This nigga said he wanna fistfight, he might get his shit rocked Bitch, I been counting blues like I don't f*ck with Xbox I told that bitch "Hit my email, 'cause I do not text thots"
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