Mr.ReRock

(Hokatiwi) Yeah (ShittyBoyz) Spent eight on a French, now my bitch want a poodle I'ma keep the stick tucked, I ain't even got a shooter Got a couple hitmen that specialize in opp removal You the type to go say you sliding and not go do it She just gave me head till my toes cracked and knees locked Zombie to the lil' bitch, she gon' have to detox One item, made him pay twice, I'm Mister Re-Rock We could be last in the standings, wouldn't team hop Bitch caught me cheating with her friеnd like, "Who head bettеr?" Name hold heavy weight on it, I'm a bench presser When the wintertime comes, I'm a Nike tech dresser Tap the card in, it's scam if she press enter You don't punch, you just talk about it, you like Joe Rogan Run it up fast, you be jogging, you in slow motion He don't ever get no pussy, we gon' put the hoes on him That is not no real money if the roll folding Run it up, he can't keep up, where's his Gatorade? You a dick sucker, woke up drinking Hatorade Finna come roll big clock like I'm Flavor Flav For two thousand dollars, I'll show you how to drain a bank For three thousand dollars, you can get a verse with the vid For four thousand dollars, get him murked, knock him off the grid Need five thousand if you tryna work with my BIN Six jacks, 6K, I'm turnt when I turn 'em in First class Delta and I'm shooting out of McNamara The way he keep a stick in the city, I think Stan's Cabrero Think yo lil' bitch wanna cheat 'cause her ass be staring I ain't say the trap dead but it's the scammer era MacBook open, Backwood rolling Three minutes later, now I'm Backwood smoking Back to that MacBook, I crack juggs on it Punch a lil' bitch a bag if she act good for it Her head so mean, why I got a smile on my face? Don't miss the second wave, better file every state "Real Punch Champ", that's a title you cannot take Shooter got flavor, should he grab the rifle or the Drac'? Paid two hunnid dollars just to bite into the steak Three-five of Guava Cake, now I'm flying into space Quickest way to get cut off is lying to my face If you see me out then I'm probably driving to the bank Yeah, you ate at Fleming's but you couldn't leave a tip Really what a bitch need, I won't never need a bitch You might get confirmations but you never seen 'em ship Rap now but I can get back on my Visa shit Blew ten kicks, Y-3, Adidas fit Sent yo bitch to the Coney on a chicken pita trip Pull up, sub you out, on my Jim Leyland shit Unc' Triple A, pull up if you need a fix Hack this, hack that, I be cracking firewalls Walk into the store like, "Ma'am, I'm tryna buy 'em all" Whole time I got a blank card, finna slide 'em all If she calls the boss, I'm running out and then I'm driving off That's Gorilla Glue #4, you ain't high at all You don't really live that shit at all, you just type it, dawg 4K in Hutch, buffs whiter than some Tylenol Got my balance to a ninety-nine, ain't got time to fall Ha-ha, yeah, bitch, yeah Got my balance to a ninety-nine, ain't got time to fall Huh, ain't got time to fall Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz Her head so mean, why I got a smile on my face? Don't miss the second wave, better file every state "Real Punch Champ", that's a title you cannot take Shooter got flavor, should he grab the rifle or the Drac'? Paid two hunnid dollars just to bite into the steak Three-five of Guava Cake, now I'm flying into space Quickest way to get cut off is lying to my face If you see me out then I'm probably driving to the bank