Rolling stone Lyrics

Put the blick on a bitch, I get surgical Better watch how you talk, we might murder

you We put niggas on stretch, that's just how that

shit work If a ho talkin' tough, she can get it too

And I'm dressin' all black like a jack-o-boot Gen 4, Gen 5, better pick a mood

Took a lil' nigga ho right in front of dude And he didn't say shit, cause I'm too smooth

And my bitch was to me, she said, while you was up in her house, I was helpin' with groceries

Hit the hoe one time, and now she all up in her feelings

She gotta get over it, damn, I never caught feelings for a girl

And I cannot let these hoes close to me Shot a twin, yeah, I know he'll blow for me

In the game, they ain't really upscalin' me On God, ridin' my wave, I ain't need no ride

Them lil' niggas scared, cause it's hard to survive

Gun in this hand, we gon' see who alive Bitch, I'm right here rappin', so that nigga die

You say you gangsta, but snitchin' on live These bullets gon' see you, there's nowhere to hide

When I get madder, the murders gon' rise When I see red, put two in this mind

My blick is a rollin' stone Wherever I aim it at, it hit dome

And if a nigga feel iffy, that four-five gonna get him

Yeah, the gun hold 30, but the drum hold 50, bitch

My blick is a rollin' stone Wherever I aim it at, it hit dome

And if a nigga feel iffy, that four-five gonna get him

Yeah, the gun hold 30, but the drum hold 50, bitch