Roaches - TeeCee4800, Ransom

Thotty came through with the whole clip

How he still smokin' on the roaches

Tally hit the bitch with the cold stiff

Like, watch out bitch, watchout the ghost flip

Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag

No double XL, fuck it, my niggas got the mags

Drivin' by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash

Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday niggas waitin' for the crash

I’m takin' too many risks

Pump fake hit the block with the tool and the shit

Got to spend it fast, get it back, double Jack

Any nigga tryin’a act like he hard up on the track

Town shit, that’s all I know, it’s Town shit

Shout out to the Bay, ay, they be on that Town shit

I’m just tryin’a eat good, nigga fuck a

I’m just tryin’a stay straight, niggas keep scramblin'

NY hat with some fat ass chains on

I’ve been on my workout, look like I just came home

Pushin' pull ups and some fuckin' nigga

Get your face just so I can sock a nigga

Thotty came through with the whole clip

How he still smokin' on the roaches

Tally hit the bitch with the cold stiff

Like, watch out bitch, watchout the ghost flip

Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag

No double XL, fuck it, my niggas got the mags

Drivin' by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash

Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday niggas is waitin' for the crash

Empty out the whole clip

Niggas know the programme

No mask so you niggas know it’s me

Crash out my bumper tryin’a send me back to Wayside

Makin' spreads on my bed, runnin' fades

Back to yeah I need that

You niggas don’t want no gunplay

All my niggas shooters, I know a couple of shooters

Hoppin' out the rental tryin’a catch another body, dome shots

Some niggas don’t make it

Damn bitch, why you all up in my mouth

I need a rich ass bitch, take dick and don’t say shit

459 gettin' tired of the same shit

Book a nigga for his chain, where it’s at

and the cash, some thirsty ass niggas

Straight lick a nigga, assed out

ass nigga

Westside crip nigga

love you niggas

Thotty came through with the whole clip

How he still smokin' on the roaches

Tally hit the bitch with the cold stiff

Like, watch out bitch, watchout the ghost flip

Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag

No double XL, fuck it, my niggas got the mags

Drivin' by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash

Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday niggas is waitin' for the crash