Ain't Got These

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Roqit

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My partner over here say he doing some fraud
Said shit I been collecting some cards
Run through then I hop in the car
Dangerous waters I got a new rod
Doing all that wolfing but it's really just talking
Show me a motherfucker that'll walk it
Cock back, aim twice then I off them
Six feet, that's deep in a coffin
Percy and Wokky got me feeling exhausted
Hospital, map his ass, thought that boy lost it
Line in the sand so you know not to cross it
Pack in, touchdown, caught, Randy Moss it
Rocking all white with my flossy bitch
Never been pussy, just came off a lick
Never been fruity, still clutching my stick
Kill pussies, so I gave it a dick
We doing KOs not knockdowns
Fly in our sky you get shot down
Play and get hit with them Glock rounds
He going to lay in these streets that's chalk ground
You might put that shit on but I know you ain't got these
Four-way the only time I ain't top three
Roll the dice play the game like Yahtzee
Hit it once now my face on her lock screen
They be asking what it take to make the Glock scream
Shit find out, might end up on the FOX scene
Turn my shooter to a menace in an opp dream
Been sliding with it you can call us the mop team
Pick it up it son he just sent me the drop
Only like five out from the new spot
Time spent on it to cash-out the clock
Still won't catch me on no Tik-Tok
Kick no stock
Aim for his top
Middle of summer still migrate the flock
Because the kid getting hot
Pop for his knot, shooting
Tec and a Ruger I might just go move them
Just cause you got a little tool don't mean you ready to drill
Spinning they block on a twist so they open to get popped like a pill
I want to scratch off but I'm talking a mother fucking seal
Liable to kill, I been on that still
But I'm keeping that steel
Think he a boss but he not on that hill
Walk in the room the pack give them chills
Colder than Buffalo and be on my bills
Aim for the kill, just spun off a drill
Only my mop finna leave little spill
Pop off a pill, scratch off a seal
Do what you gotta the kid getting ill
No misses heat check the kid caught a fever
Paid for the both but they ain't getting neither
Boy don't tell me, where the rest of this reefer
Can't hear shit being said in the bleachers
Still ain't a sleeper, know it's an eighth per liter
Want me to cool off go cop a new heater
Been known to slide so no two-seater
Been on my hustle like a mall shoe cleaner
No runner, but I know how to hustle
Ain't flexing, but got this shit muscle
More than a bag boy I been in my duffle
Think they can play me I peep when they shuffle
Pack came fast but it's quicker to double
Chewed that boy up get them popped like a bubble
Deuce a little couple
Trying to be subtle
No Red Sox but I got a little B on my buckle
I told them I ain't finna scuffle
It's on my hip so I don't think he give me no trouble
Rain shells get left in a puddle
Thinking he got it but it's just a little piece of the puzzle
Can't never drop it or fumble
If he can't run it don't want them my huddle
A lot on my plate so just watch how I juggle
Push start take off Roqit finna hop in the shuttle

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