shit talk
Disco, uh huh, yeah
I go so, hard, god damn
I go so hard, I go so hard
I'm a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
We don't say shit at all we don't like that shit talk
Ain't no off days at all but we get them bricks off
I sip Wockhardt with the moonrock
In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic
Your shit ain't there yet, put some drip on it
I'll take your whole check, and then I shit on it
Rollie white as fuck like I just put a brick on it
Your Rollie fake as fuck boy you can hear the tick on it
The way she sucked me up I thought it was a tick on me
I get the money than I split it with my big homies
You show your man off that nigga ain't got shit on me
My clothing like my state of mind, I got Revenge on me
F&N on me, that's a sick homie
Not big enough my shit will smoke you like a cig homie
I bought a couple Gucci coats cause it's a cold world
I dropped the pill in the lean watch it fizz on me
Ain't enough love for me in the whole world
My apologies, my heart be getting big on me
I go so hard, I go so hard
I'm a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
We don't say shit at all we don't like that shit talk
Ain't no off days at all but we get them bricks off
I sip Wockhardt with the moonrock
In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic
Your shit ain't there yet, put some drip on it
I'll take your whole check, and then I shit on it
Sip so much everyone think I'm gon' die on em'
I put my heart into this shit like I just cried on it
My brother flippin' in his grave, there's niggas lyin' on him
His homies wasn't ever my homies
Niggas get to shootin' like they Prigioni
I get lean straight from Houston, that's the Whitney on me
You see that bag round my neck, that's the semi on me
If I got a backpack it's probably cause it's a titty on it
I spent ten-racks all on shoes, hella kicks on me
It make me feel some type of way, like my name Rich Homie
New Balenciaga's on me I bought two pairs
They ain't runners but you niggas know I'm still runnin'
I go so hard, I go so hard
I'm a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
We don't say shit at all we don't like that shit talk
Ain't no off days at all but we get them bricks off
I sip Wockhardt with the moonrock
In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic
Your shit ain't there yet, put some drip on it
I'll take your whole check, and then I shit on it