Pink Roses Lyrics

Boot up off of pink 10, this lil shit my favorite sin,

I hope she don't kill me, how many I take again

I don't know, probably 10, hold on bro count again,

Go ahead take another one, I'll boot up then I'm back again

Had to do you grimey hate the game, not the player man

Do this for my soldiers, I'm at war like Afghanistan

If we creep up on you then I'm full, go ahead and play your hand

My lil bro a demon, push up on you, pop you and your mans,

Knew that I was goated way back when I cooked up Dirty Dan,

Claimed that he was clutching, push up on you where that 30 man?

I can't get no sleep, I'm bout my bread, Im up early man

Tell lil bro it ain't no rush, just go enjoy the journey man

Bet he do you grimey when he boot up off that Dirty Xan,

Glock gon' break him down even if that nigga burly man

Shooting at his feet, make him dance, say get sturdy man

Can't call you my twin, you not hell bound, not worthy man,

claim that he gon' rob me he so funny, Charlie Murphy man

My lil bro official, pull up on you, drop a curry man,

Pink 10 got me geeked up man, I meant to say the 30 man,

Thought shit was a game, now it's blood all in your jersey man,

Butt up on the Glock, yeah this shit it got some turkey man,

If I let it loose I bet I'll cook you like some turkey man,

Speaking on my soldiers, we gon' cook em with no mercy man

Know these 10s wont heal me so I think I need a 30, damn

Boot up off a pink 10, that's lil shit my favorite sin

I hope she don't kill me how many I take again,

I don't know, probably 10, all of em bruh, count again,

Go head take another one I boot up then I'm back again

Man, niggas always texting me during my songs, y'all get off my dick