Rockabye (feat. Funk C)

Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch Hold still ya hold tight we gone fuck up a snitch Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch Hold down with this track uh take a sniff Cuz I got Ten glocks in my kingdom Ten shots that I been on Don't test me bitch I'll slit ya wrists And take a hit of this shit Cuz I got Cane powder in my veins Lock n loaded in vain Click back hear the shit clack When I rip apart this kid Home boys always tweaking Runnin from bitches feelings We headed out we beaming 2 hunnit down the roads fienin Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch Hold still hold ya tight we gone fuck up a snitch Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch Hold down with this track uh I don't need a light on to see fake people Cause when it's dark that's when i'm most lethal Deceivably ugly So when you see me i'm tasteful Even when i was fetal i was fatal So now that i'm a few years older you think my skills have been totalled Oh please Get off my d And watch me succeed Being what you wanted to be Cause you never had the shit i got to unattainably Want more from this game you see? I've been spitting since i was 11 That's when i hit the realization it was time to test em Test the game Show ery body i'm here to bring back real rap N hopefully get some fame So maybe i can help the family's name Bring em up take em out the hood On these streets they mean we even fuck up the good Suck my dick you sick little whore Give me your baby's umbilical chord Around my neck kick the chair to the floor I don't give a shit anymore I'm in streets for life I'm always puttin up a fight Hit the shit Flick my bic Rub ya clit Get it in Rest a bit Back at it Like a crack addict Plastered but I'm back at it Silly wonka questioned this candy But I'm here to blow up and show my mother fuckin grand finale Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch Hold still ya hold tight we gone fuck up a snitch Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch Hold down with this track uh take a sniff Yenno i can find out where you live with one text He says stop playin you don't got the contacts Yenno what we packin Never catch napping Homie never caught me lackin Yeah i'm straight outta vi Always askin yo g why I tell ya Cause we from an island Yeah you think we ain't hard? Imma be the one who takes ya life n writes ya mommy a mourning card But yenno she already had my mornin card Yeah they call me a motha fucka And i live up to the tittle I be workin harder than snoop But yo he be my idol Yeah i don't be stoppin for nothin I'm always on that grind Even momma know somethin wrongs in my mind Something wrong in my mind All that time that I'm on my grind You know that I got that shit That laid up and fed up on all that Fedex shit that I send out For the money I make that fame and it's funny You know that I look to Dre You know that I'll blow up to fame You know that I got that shit like Tupac In it but you know that I get it And spend it quicker than you can finish Finesse the shit And get the shit Cuz you know that I got the shit Cuz you know I ride with the best and I my crew with me You know we next