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D-Roc
Look

Painted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with' cause, still gon'
send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
He been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me
I got slimes that bang that fire
but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

I don't let shit go, I say, "No, no, no"
I just bought a brand new Glock
and it ain't come up out the stoe'
If a opp try to block me off
I shoot this bitch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body and won't let 'em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope pack, nigga look like he selling dope
Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh
Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh
Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know now
He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin' slime
He wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he wan' rolls huh
He just wan' be real fuckin' shiesty like his uncle, huh?
He just wan' be real fuckin' icey like he Santa son
He say he don't wanna be nobody, he wan' be Lil Top
He say he don't give a fuck about it, just give him the guap
He say, "Ya'll could make an album 'bout it
just don't fuckin' try"
Get the fuckin' industry on your side, you still gon' die

Painted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with' cause
still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
He been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me
I got slimes that bang that fire
but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

I'm probably fuckin' on yo' ho
Know they can't control me
prolly spit on that lil hoe, bitch
Put me back in jail
and I was still in there on dope
Know that we don't give no fuck
try splittin' him on the road
Yeah, that my bro
Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on
Gon' get killed if you don't kill me
and they know I made it known
I'ma flex somethin', told the bitch don't call my phone
Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam
Don't give a fuck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down
Don't give a fuck 'bout if you with it
you a part of the crowd, clown
Kill 'em down while you up here
when that blicky make a sound
We gon' probably catch em smokin' loud, ridin' round and I

Painted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with' cause
still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
He been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me
I got slimes that bang that fire
but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope