| Lyrics: | Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock
Man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla
Bounce!
Easy we back bitches
Don't be scared now, its the Roc
We here, never left this bitch ya
know?
[Verse 1]
I pull up on deuce decues, still roofless
No security I move with
shooters
V Twizy, dual exhaust
Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus
VGL
I'm on skinnies, two with me
Bottle of army, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies
and yeah I'm
high as fuck
and the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck
What? Say I'm bug cause
I walk with a hund jawn
Nah two hund fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my nigga seal the
deal
Cause he just bought a G2 steal a deal
Prick, and I got that on stand by (stand
by)
What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't stand by
and let a nigga do his
dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew
[Chorus - repeat
twice]
The
R - realest niggas puttin it down
O - other niggas can't see us now
C -
come through the hood snatch reef up
But keep a cannon on me to clear streets
up
R!
[Verse 2]
You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers
Roc jeans, Airs in all
flavors
White tees and fitteds
Backwoods and spittage
Thats haze for you dudes who dont
get it
I smoke silver and strawberry
Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm
not the ordinary
Keep one that keep one
Yeah my bitch bag bitches too
We the illest
crew
Nothin change but the rims upgrade
Its quarters now, and I'm on it now
So hop in, I
pull off like toupes
The only thing I rock on my hip thats two ways
My bitch, my beeper,
Bleek keep two heaters
Still fillin the city with two seaters |
