FINAL CHAPTER Lyrics

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet

Gotta tell you Ya ROE ain't a rapper

If I feel like it's getting too heated

And vengeance is needed, then sum' get slapped up

In Toronto I ball like a raptor

Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper

Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor

Story ain't done this the end of the chapter

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet

Look, Ya ROE not a rapper

If I feel like it's getting too heated

And vengeance is needed, then sum' get slapped up

In Toronto I ball like a raptor

Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper

Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor

Story ain't done this the end of the chapter

Move tactical, shit ain't a movie

I got G's on both sides, they ain't Gucci

That lil ting I was with is a two-piece

Effortless, never gon' die for the coochie

If she wanna start move like a groupie

Fuck her friend, take her Emilio Pucci

Know I make that bitch sing like she Toosii

Uber back to her man where she should be

I'm 419'ing, your card declining

I finesse the game like a record label signing

She was playing games now she whining

Cuz she know that I'm on timing

Nigga what the time is?

Brodie what the time is let's overclock this shit

And I been ROE since "04, let's up the stocks in this bitch

Straight from ABJ to Tampa Bay

No mistaking that shit

And I popped a X on my last flight

Don't miss taking that shit

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet

Gotta tell you Ya ROE ain't a rapper

If I feel like it's getting too heated

And vengeance is needed, then sum' get slapped up

In Toronto I ball like a raptor

Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper

Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor

Story ain't done this the end of the chapter

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet

Look, Ya ROE not a rapper

If I feel like it's getting too heated

And vengeance is needed, then sum' get slapped up

In Toronto I ball like a raptor

Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper

Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor

Story ain't done this the end of the chapter

Look, don't get it wrong

Cuz I'm saying this shit in a song

I might spazz and go call up my son

Nigga hop out the V, know what timing we on

Real life, we attacking (uh huh)

On the mic, I'm spazzing (uh huh)

I been running, tryna bring the packs in

Pray I don't slip, I am not known for lacking

Me and brodie like Woody and Buzz

You run up on us

We making a fuss

And the toys that we got ain't for kids

I lean out the window and do him like Russ

If I spot 'em, I got 'em, it's up

If that nigga sus, no time to discuss

Please don't ask if we got it in us

I'll do it, I'm crazy, my head in a flux

I told Tomi it's ABJ up in this bitch

Nigga burning the city a pastime

No sleep for the wicked, I fly out the country

I'm switching these tings like it's halftime

If she told you her nigga ain't getting no bread,

I guarantee she is not mine

I just lean out the window it's bye bye

Know I ain't leaving till sum' get flatlined

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet

Gotta tell you Ya ROE ain't a rapper

If I feel like it's getting too heated

And vengeance is needed, then sum' get slapped up

In Toronto I ball like a raptor

Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper

Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor

Story ain't done this the end of the chapter

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet

Look, Ya ROE not a rapper

If I feel like it's getting too heated

And vengeance is needed then sum' get slapped up

In Toronto I ball like a raptor

Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper

Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor

Story ain't done this the end of the chapter