RARIS N ROVERS Lyrics

He tryna what told em pass me the knock

Bro told me chill I'm itching to flock

Don't tell me chill I'll shoot you no flick

When baguettes is ready I'm punching his shit

She not a 10 then I'm dubbing that bitch

Pull up with rifles my thumb on the clip

Pull up on me bitch we making a hit

She with the team gettin drops hitting licks

Hopping out Raris and Rovers at sundown

What u gon do when we pop out and run down

This shit too raw I'm too high now to turn down

I lost my mind on a beat now I'm burned out

Been busy moving on low

Smoking too much I don't care

Packs getting sent thru the mail

When it touch down

I'm moving with fear

I know that she ain't got brains but give matta

Last time we linked I was playing w her pasta

If u need know I got smoke imma rasta

Took a v spin thru the floss bossed up

Cuffed her she for the team wasteman

Tryna be clever nothing to say fam

Post office made me 10 racks in a day man

How do it feel ridin bucket in lade fam

Ask me to cuff and I left it on seen

Keepin it P JG get to the green

Don't trust in no rat

Don't trust in no feen

Hit me for that work if you know what I mean

Got too many options that know I don't need em

I don't fuck w Stacy I went with Katrina

Last lick was a rat I done took his whole re up

Caught me a case and I screamed fuck my PO bitch

Fuck my po bitch

Fuck my po bitch

Fuck my po bitch

Fuck em

Fuck em

Fuck em