Artist: Lil Wayne
EP: In Tune We Trust
Year: 2017
[Lil Wayne]
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin’ from the cock, and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number blocked
This New Orleans Milly Rock
Let ’em Milly Rock
Me and woe don’t really rock
Evidently not, brrrr
Yeah, tell ’em it’s the ROC
In New York like Jigga ROC, I’m higher than my socks
I’m twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did a show with Ja
(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
Starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped
Man when Carter V drop, a nigga jaw gon’ drop
The bitches’ drawers gon’ drop and then the call’s gon’ drop
Hello?
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
And all of these bitches got ass
How did they get it so fast?
They ain’t have that in the past, I still smash
In L.A. they gettin’ shots, bitch I know the docs
In M.I.A. we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
Hol’ up, I ain’t from the ‘Nolia
But Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja
Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
And I, fuck, these, hoes
If, I, don’t, doze
Off, on, that, drank
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
Weed stank, it better be the only thing
Big bank take lil’ bank, you know the game
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
All of my bitches, they’re new
They got more bitches than you
All of these hoes is gon’ loose
But my bitch keep me in the loop
She blow me like hot Campbell’s soup
My woadies come out like a troop
Innocent bystander, oops
Enjoyin’, I find out your fruits
I’m in a pineapple Coupe
Passin’ you up like Juke
Turnin’ heads like a screw
Give that hoe a tip
Enough to buy a whip
Give that hoe some sip
She fall asleep, I dip
I’m rich, bitch
Money, Mitch
What’s in that bag?
14 bricks
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Used to, used to drive a Masi’
Used to be locked up with the dude that stalked Ashanti
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
To your bitch I’m Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
I’m kamikaze and you niggas Ronda Rousey
It’s New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven’t dropped, uh
Waitin’ for Carter V to drop, uh
It’s the, it’s the ROC, uh
Tell them bitches it’s the ROC, yeah, yeah
I’m throwin’ up the ROC, yeah
I ain’t from Magnolia
But Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja
Cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
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