Rock Boy Lyrics

Flow game sick

Top boss of bosses

Right now yall lames like trains on a track

Yall falling off it

Its quite a view like your lady cheeks

And punk im aiming for the throne

No baby seats

You or your man get it

We sending shots at your head

Ny style like a rude boy yankie fitted

Like bottle drinks with no sips in it

Your ship sinking

Foul smell like fish stinking hey

Same room with me

Man thats torture

Might pipe your daughter

Maybe abortions

And who need goons dun to get at you

Heaters make plenty fold

To sweep like a clean up crew you dig

Putting up

Thats numbers like a box office

This twat swollen

Going be hard to keep my cock off it

And with the cash made going spend it

All in it

Game be my light or dark skinned ms piggy

Pull this thing to the side

See what she working with

Her head down packed

Tell by the way that she jerking it

And just incase aint really trying to date the chick

Her drinks slip some pills in it

Aint looking for a case

Just wanna peel on it

Im pau tall

Nigga yall five four

And im the shit

Deep hill piled on

So spectacular

And something like a bachelor

So once i get to plucking

Chicks quacking like im daffy duck

Big spenders i ball

You just a under grad

Lets talk cash

So far up my ass doing the running man

And aint no prick here can hold me

Money slicker than gold teeth

Pouring like nose bleeds you dig

Im a hot boy

Jewels out rock boy

Looking for to pop raw

Her tubes tied twat boy

Im a hot boy

And you not a hot boy

Lifting up the weights with no spots boy

Im a hot boy

Tooly out rock boy

Tunes full stocked boy

Jewels out rock boy

Im a hot boy

Games i am not for it

Reaching for a piece of that pie boy

Home boy been taught to floss

Got the game on a leash

Tight grip like your boy bout to walk the dogs

Now hold a scale like you weighing something

My rate way up there

Still lames they sell

And aint saying nothing

Im the antidote

Spit flames from the cantaloupe

If a chick aint know

I make em moan till their panties soaked

She feeling on me like chest rubs

And bet i leave her laying flat

Like i decked her

She a snoozer

On the real

Im on a whole nother level man

Get your whole team canned

Your team in the quick sand

And switching up styles like im bipolar

All for that green

Like back yards

Thats a fly yoda

Now beating me

Thats a tad bit far fetched

Nigga yall pets

Thats untrained

Thats a hard stretch

And the only way i fall short if i flat line

Like trips to the beach

Im on this bitch like a tan line

Im a beast

Wild pit

Yall poodle food

Thirst for cudos dude

Turn yall brains into noodle soup

Homie im fit

No slim fast

Man is you kidding

Suckas for love

You like whipped ass

Rather hit the strip club

Her booty clapping

I might spend it on her

Next we hit the telly

Getting naked

Smacking bellies with her

Now the mommy call me long pipe

Get hit when on sight

Get you wet on a off night

Im a hot boy

Jewels out rock boy

Looking for to pop raw

Her tubes tied twat boy

Im a hot boy

And you not a hot boy

Lifting up the weights with no spots boy

Im a hot boy

Tooly out rock boy

Tunes full stocked boy

Jewels out rock boy

Im a hot boy

Games i am not for it

Reaching for a piece of that pie boy