Roses Lyrics

Yeahhh

Musical Athlete Part 3 we Here

Yes sir

2020 We here

Yeahhhh

I put that on my Gang that we really get the dough

Every bitch is for the gang we don't care about theses hoes

The drip is on fire got Designer on the clothes

Give me all my roses now before I die before I go

Ima stand solid ten toes on the ground from the mud

We're them snakes we're them rats Rome around

Entertaining no circus got no time for no clowns

Thru the good thru the Bad Ima always hold it Down

I'm always for a vibe if you bad you can slide

If you start acting stink on your friend ima try

Ima keep it real ima put it on my dogs if I ever came up big

I would never let them fall

I put that on my life you can kill a nigga twice

Gotta get my rights to carry let the Glizzy save my life

Put me in my zone take patron to the dome

Every nigga has a side every dog got a Bone

All theses niggas mad that I rap now

My songs booming in the streets with no trap sound

Always hold my own never backdown

Mama told me never run lay the smack down

Yeahhh Yeahhhh

I risk my own life just to double up a bag

Got a brother that lost his life got a Nephew with no Dad

And the sad part about it follow steps of his dad

Guess you can't take the hustle out the blood get the bag

Chokers round my neck I'm in a chokehold

Black lives always matter fuck the POE POE

You wast there wen I was down your not my bro no

Know a papi that's a shooter turn your brains to Sancocho

All you see is yellow tape a lot of Rojo

RIP on the Gram for your promo

If you ain't C2G I'm riding Dolo

On the GANG ON THE GANG

I ain't a trap nigga but I like trap vibes

Like a bad yellow jawn with a crazy Backside

Like that pussy extra wet between them legs baptize

I would die for the gang I would never switch Sides

Yeahh I been unappreciated for a long time in my city

Niggas need to stop being Bias and give me my roses while I'm still here

Because my SHIT IS HOT

I put that on my Gang that we really get the dough

Every bitch is for the gang we don't care about theses hoes

The drip is on fire got Designer on the clothes

Give me all my roses now before I die before I go

Ima stand solid ten toes on the ground from the mud

We're them snakes we're them rats Rome around

Entertaining no circus got no time for no clowns

Thru the good thru the Bad Ima always hold it Down