Lyrics The Interview - GT, Rocaine

The Interview

Naw
I don’t wanna do no verse
My nigga
Keep playing, We’ll put you in the dirt
My nigga
My nigga got a .45 by his shirt
My nigga
He rolling, He done came up out his shirt
My nigga
.45 turn a nigga purple
My nigga
Put a nigga face on a shirt
My nigga
Pull up and I’ll wet his ass, and skrt
My nigga
Yo mommy and yo whole fam hurt
My nigga
I bet they ain’t gone put in no work
My nigga
Lay down on they block until they murk them niggas
I can introduce you to the dope game nigga
Try to run off with the work
You’ll meet Rocaine nigga
And yeah I’m pulling up
And its curtains nigga
I ain’t got no muthafucking worries nigga
Aye
I fell like Curry nigga
When I shoot, I’m gone hit
I don’t miss my nigga
This my muthafucking life
I don’t write this shit
I had my clio try it out
He ain’t like that shit
I was down everyday
Niggas changed
It’s brazy
Had to put that work
I know some niggas that’s lazy
Damn
Who the fuck keep on selling hit rock
Just copped the whole thang, Hope she got on big draws
Boss up lil nigga, Call me big dog
Got you in a muthafucka with the lights drawn
Aye
Be cool young nigga
Before I get pissed off
Before your bed touch down
It get picked off
We move that weight
Go state to state
You can’t get shit off
They grab my mans the other day
They feds got tipped off
Brody off the E pills
Like a rock star
Fuck with pounds
Know as five bands on one card
And my phone slapping hard
Now I’m low charge
.40 charged
I’ll get yo ass right nigga
Pop the fields with dead ass white people
Yeah
I serve everybody
But be careful with the white people
I’m tryna make a couple hunnid
With the right people
Speaking Spanish, That’s bilingual
Shit from Meco, That’s illegal
Fuck boys, Being broke
I don’t like neither
Got girl catch a DMV
Case I I.D.
her
And I’m in Cali nigga
With my senorita
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Then its hasta vista