Rocks ft. Chéfe Lyrics

I just got some bread what I'm finna cop

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

I just got some bread what I'm finna cop

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks yeah

I just got some money in my pocket

Now my wrist goin so obnoxious

You ain't on nothin nigga stop it

You ain't doin nothing for the profit

She ride the cockpit like she learned to be a pilot

Girl don't trip we gon keep it all private

She wanna leave the club but her friends say she wildin

I don't give a fuck what your friends think about it

Now I'm heatin up like it's propane nigga

They addicted to my sound like it's cocaine nigga

Rollin and controllin like I'm Locane nigga

And I'm bout to bankroll like the whole thing nigga

How'd you get so drippy where is your stylist

Rollin' through the city in the low mileage

Underground but I make it happen for the kid

So I told my jeweler go and put a baguette on the wrist

I just got some bread what I'm finna cop

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

Told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks

Chef gon get the last word

Don't get it twisted backwards

Thinkin that I'm slackin'

I never been a slacker

Do it for my fam and them

Like Raven with the Backsters

Call the chiropractor

The city on my back hurt

Because the game to fame ain't changin me

It's plain to see I play it cool

It ain't even phasing me

Keep it a bean I been that dude

You softer than some baby food

And that's so undebatable

Me and you we not the same

Like not even relatable

It's crazy to your lady boo

Just face it dude she playing you

Choosing me cause I'm here looking drippy chicken noodle soup

You couldn't play in my division

Now I'm out of pocket with it

Didn't have a pot to piss in

Made it out the projects

Listen y'all go fake flexing

I'm really bout that bag work

Can't catch up I'm fast blessing beats like I'm a pastor

On the same page but we in a different chapter

I'm just spitting facts sir

I hit it then I'm Casper