Rottweiler ft. Zooka Lyrics

I got a new one on the line, and I don't know if she mine

But it gonna show in time, uh-huh, uh-huh

Gotta chase that biscuit, you know I never risk it

Got a dangerous livin, I'm never havin' kids unless she lock me down

Sippin' on that brown, I'm in the pad, I crack a frown

With your bitch, we go to town, uh-huh

What, we go like 20 rounds

I'm chillin' up with Zooka, in the pad we goin' down, uh-huh

Smoking' up and rollin' up, we goin' up and gettin high

I'm whippin, McLaren, you stoppin' and starin

Just copped a new fit, now I feel like a god

I'm slappin' the hood of the whip like a Karen

If you talkin' shit, then I'm sendin' you to God

Or the devil is your pick

Get the revenue and dip

Push the pedal, do a trick

Disappear like it's the blip, huh, flip

I just hit a lick, I just bought some kicks

Shit, I've been steppin' in the ricks

Fuck around and fuck your bitch

Stuck around cause I was rich, but I ain't a rich prick

Tell them all to suck my dick, suck it

Damn, that bitch is bad, fuck it

I just spent a bag, luggage

Fuck around in Nantucket

Lookin' for a light house

When you die, it's lights out

Every night the lights on

Neighbors say to pipe down

Live the rock lifestyle

No, I'm not hostile

I'm with my dogs rottweiler

Bitch you is a dog pile

Ball like Brock Osweiler

Ball like Mike Vick, cause he is a dogfighter, bitch

Zooka pullin' up, he gonna cut you like a razor

I'ma make this song then blow up sellin' out like Major Lazer

I got one message to my haters, see me at the show

Colorado Avalanche on my wrist, know you want it

Go to Vegas winnin' poker, then you know that I ain't bluffin

Then I pop out with my squad

We got bombs like Swanton

I smoke up like Cheech Chong

Got bitches that leech on

Need a crowd to preach on

Me and Zooka like some teachers

When she blow me like a stop sign

Never again, bitch