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Rocklife Zho

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Tryna get in this game got tostep before you sign up
Bullets so big when it hit rip ya spine up
I woke up wit some new hoes I told them to line up
I'm sipping what a name don't worry 'bout what's in my cup
I ain't smoking my opps no more I'm pouring mines up
I ain't fuckin ya hoe she keep blowing my line up
I ain't trapping no more I been out about 5 months
I'm capping you know I still wrap them in plastic and ship them
But don't tell the police what happened we flipped them
I know you had heard bout what happened
I tricked them and sold him the foul for the ratchet
You know Rock Crew come through on the opp block blammin
Niggas be gangsta but can't buy a casket
I'll come to his funeral front row with his mammy
I walk on the stage and these hoes tryna grab me
And these diamonds be dancing they shine through them glasses
I ain't asking no questions I'm hoping out blasting
You know I keep that glock on my hip like its fashion
I don't speak on no beef I'm just tryna get the addy
I f*ck with this hoe I done slimmed out her daddy
We slide on them niggas they don't know what happened
Bodies get the dropping niggas jump out they panties
I'm a real hood baby know I came up ratchet
Why my brother got kilt got to keep me ratchet
I got 30 in this clip yea I'm good with mathematics
I tell all my niggas I got it they got it
I know they'll do me the same If I ain't have it
I make dope with this music I feel like Yo Gotti
I trap out my mama house dope in the attic
I got plastic bags everywhere sacks in my pocket
I'm posted on Pratt and I'm serving the addicts
5 in the morning i'm still up swerving
I'm smoking this back and just threw back an addy
We running red lights you can't catch me in traffic got 300 rounds in the '22 caddy
He play he gone lay we gone let the boy have it
I perform with my glock tell the promoter don't check me
Or I ain't goin near and a nigga ain't gone check me
I might tote a FN when I rock the giuseppe's
If a nigga ain't gang I'm like f*ck what he repping?
Tryna get in this game got to step before you sign up
Bullets so big when it hit rip ya spine up
I woke up wit some new hoes I told them to line up
I'm sipping what a name don't worry 'bout what's in my cup
I ain't smoking my opps no more I'm pouring mines up
I ain't fuckin ya hoe she keep blowing my line up
I ain't trapping no more I been out about 5 months
I'm capping you know I still wrap them in plastic and ship them
But don't tell the police what happened we flipped them
I know you had heard bout what happened
I tricked them and sold him the foul for the ratchet
You know Rock Crew come through on the opp block blammin
Niggas be gangsta but can't buy a casket
I'll come to his funeral front row with his mammy
I walk on the stage and these hoes tryna grab me
And these diamonds be dancing they shine through them glasses

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