Rooftop Lyrics

Damn, Donny made this

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Used to be so fucking low, yeah

Used to be so fucking low, now we on the rooftop

People talking, say they finna pull up but they do not

If I get lit, I'ma make my whole crew hot

Kicking back at a fucking mansion, yeah, my new spot

Try to run up on us we knock half off like a coupon

Try to run up we gon' make him fold, ain't no fouton

Scoring but still diming my brothers, feel like a new 'Bron

You a bitch, honestly don't know what you on

It cost yo fucking rent just to put these Yeezy boots on

Cash it be fucking stuck to me, it's like it's glued on

Couple people stabbed my back, that's okay, I just move on

Most these bitches nasty as hell just like a crouton

I just kill every fucking beat, I can't do wrong

Love it when my gang get turnt, yeah, to my new song

It cost me two bands just to throw these fucking shoes on

Feel like Lil Uzi, man my money it got too long

Lil' S0K0, yeah, he finna blow up, yeah, he the new bomb

I'm the goat, I could never die, I'm the true Ban

If I got some sauce got to put the whole crew on

Play you get cut, then it's over, just like you Song

Yeah, yeah, call me Cory Sandhagen

Really you just dick sucking, really I'm just bag chasing

Told lil' bro if you want to make it got to have patience

We always be in first place, you be last placing

Did the dash, I done ran it up now they got mad faces

Pushing SRT's it sound like we drag racing

Tried to run up after five minutes they white flag waving

Tried to talk yo shit but then regret it, now you back tracing

Run my bag up then after that I'm stat chasing

Really I'll shit on anybody, fuck the matchmaking

I can't go slow, fast whip so we fast pacing

Bitch I need a Trackhawk, I think the Scat basic

SRT, we riding 'round on some stupid shit

If you think this shit easy then lil' bro you do it

The fast life ain't that crazy when you used to it

But I'm a trendsetter you be on some usual shit

Yeah, they cannot beat me, ain't giving out no freebies

A couple years from now you gon' see me on that TV

Whip push to start, I think you be where them keys be

Talking shit now, used to be a fan, I got receipts

Dripped in Prada and CC, that new Chanel

If you a lame don't give no fucks, bitch, I'm rude as hell

Walk in, bitch I'm racked up, I know you can tell

Bitch all we do is win and you a L

Yeah, so don't try to come around

Running up my bag, I get to it, I don't fuck around

Chain on my neck full of diamonds, I don't tuck it now

I don't fuck with a plane jane, watch I bust it down

Talking 'bout racks, you don't get 'em, shut yo fucking mouth

You a lame, I can't give sauce, we ain't discussing how

You hit the stu to make some trash I'm at the fucking house

Making hits everyday and running up some dumb amounts

Running up the bag, too solid, I said fuck the clout

If it ain't about some money then what's the fuss about

I'ma hit the mall first thing when I'm touching down

Yeah you used to be lit but honestly you nothing now