Roaches Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah

Only roaches in the ashtray

Couldn't do the last place Pulling up, I'm pulling up

Like ballin' off a fast break Shawty used to curve me

Now she make that ass shake On me like a jersey

Now everybody asks me Like, how the fuck y'all do it, huh

I just did, man Like, how the fuck y'all do it

Niggas did it for the crib Like, how the fuck y'all do it, huh

I just did Said I'm pulling up, I'm pulling up

Only roaches in the ashtray

Everything been fast-paced

Had to clear the cache

I had too many bad days

I was on my last That shit left me with a bad taste

Now I'm on a bag chase OPM the fast way, wait, wait

I know the money, it come in abundance These niggas all watching and waiting for something

Remember them days, wasn't shit in our stomachs

So if it's a plate, boy, I'm stepping I'm stomping

And all of them niggas, they treat it like nothing

They treat it like nothing Couldn't see the light, man, they ain't see it coming

We've been the same since back in the hundreds

I used to dream of this shit Now we at the show

Drop a few flows, have them all screaming and shit

I was fighting my demons and shit Now I'm walking in purpose and healing myself

So I think its me in the fifth

Only roaches in the ashtray

Couldn't do the last place Pulling up, I'm pulling up

Like ballin' off a fast break Shawty used to curve me

Now she make that ass shake On me like a jersey

Now everybody asks me Like, how the fuck y'all do it, huh

I just did, man Like, how the fuck y'all do it

Niggas did it for the crib Like, how the fuck y'all do it, huh

I just did Said I'm pulling up, I'm pulling up

We on 91st and King, I was 17

I ain't had no dollars, just a head full of them dreams

I ain't had no locs and I ain't even have no keys

What the fuck's a whip boy? I was hopping on the three

Hit up Jay like, where the weed? He ain't got no tree

We was scraping pennies just to slide to the BP

If you got a 20, they'll let you go with three

Cop a pack of tops and top a squat up on the couch

Tryin' to figure out how we gon' make it out

If I had a time machine, I'd clear up all the doubts

Tell them if you use your words and let them words flow out your mouth

You gon' go from smokin' ducks to coppin' Zaza by the ounce

Only roaches in the ashtray

Couldn't do the last place Pulling up, I'm pulling up

Like ballin' off a fast break Shawty used to curve me

Now she make that ass shake On me like a jersey

Now everybody asks me Like, how the fuck y'all do it, huh

I just did, man Like, how the fuck y'all do it

Niggas did it for the crib Like, how the fuck y'all do it, huh

I just did Said I'm pulling up, I'm pulling up