Rough ft. Trappdaplugg Lyrics

Bitch I count my racks and they stand so tall

I don't care about that bitch either way I'm gone ball

When this shit get rough, is it you I call

She on the perc and the xan, she doing it all

She wanna hold my hand when shit get rough

G43 and my brother he keepin' it clutched

She wanna talk all that talk and I done had enough

Sayin' she love me, but I'm calling her bluff

Look at my pockets, they filled up with knots

My bro got a switch, and a K with a glock

Rocking these nine jeans, Rick Owens my feet

He wanna talk talk, but then he hit delete

I'm in NYC, with a bad lil bitch, she came with a twin

Hop in the foreign my diamonds they hit

You can see through the tint

Hop in a two door coupe with a bad bitch

She ain't average

Designer my clothes, she loving my fabrics

Finest of fashion

Alyx on my buckle, my belt I'm gone fasten

Clutchin' on plastic

I'm takin' his bitch, I'm hittin' with passion

My money elastic

I got, too many, thots, they wanna see me

Look at me ma, I'll be on TV

Takin' his thot and I'm doin' it easy

Doin' em bad we doin' em greasy

G four three and it hit up his meezy

This shit we been on it

They talkin' now we on it

They talkin' shit we on it

Give a fuck about your big homie

I keep the ricks on me

Niggas be mad that they bitch want me

That boy so broke, man that shit too funny

Man that shit sad

I got more racks than your motherfuckin' dad

That nigga be talkin'

That nigga be Vlad

I'm takin' your bitch and I hit from the back

Nigga talkin' that shit, he got hit with the mac

In the SRT bitch I'm goin' so fast

My bitch turn right, you know she gone pass

If she can't fuck, then I gotta blast

He talkin' that shit, I'm doin' him bad

She see my fit, she liking my swag

Walk in the mall, I'm poppin' them tags

I get to the bag, now these niggas mad

Bitch I count my racks and they stand so tall

I don't care about that bitch either way I'm gone ball

When this shit get rough, is it you I call

She on the perc and the xan, she doing it all

She wanna hold my hand when shit get rough

G43 and my brother he keepin' it clutched

She wanna talk all that talk and I done had enough

Sayin' she love me, but I'm calling her bluff