Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 76, artist - Roc Marciano. Date of issue: 24.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
76 |
| Quadraports slide off through a time warp |
| Been getting money before dinosaur |
| Diamonds is on, llamas is worn |
| Write rhymes on island resorts |
| Dimes who snort |
| Some guys who slide a line inside a Newport |
| Push a fly two door like Too $hort |
| I’m just an artist with a tec |
| Hard as a baguette |
| Carve a nigga head, you a meat ball, get squeezed on |
| Your physical being turned to cream corn |
| Slice a quarter for the order |
| Supporter, roll dice on the corner |
| Gats tucked, big cash to touch them at the cusp |
| Couple of hundred racks on the rug |
| Young don, son’s under the arm |
| He treats Lamborghinis like bumper cars |
| Got scars, chains around the neck like scarves |
| Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn |
| I’m the next big thing |
| Chickenheads cling, the bedspring king |
| Run the ring, my head is on top of the pyramid |
| Pictures of me and all my affiliates |
| We lit phillies like idiots |
| Kill the lineage, let them know what it really is |
| Niggas is penniless with skinny ribs |
| I fire semis at too many wigs |
| I feel like Billy the Kid, skinny big |
| You literally live as a guinea pig |
| If the Timbs ain’t on deck you know the Pennys is |
| Your finger still penny pimps |
| You make me pull the Mac Milly out the Fendi trench |
| In any event, hold the 12 gauge that’s heavy as shit |
| For every clip we let steadily rip |
| Push your afro back to '76 motherfucker |
| Hold up, any good year baby |
| Those some great years baby |
| '75, 76 know what I’m saying |
| '77 and into the 80's I9m saying word |
| Seen a lot nigga, word up |
| Huh, niggas is petty, legendary |
| All of my enemies, dead and buried |
| I let 20 hit your strawberry Pelle |
| Burn holes in your belly like Henny |
| Bet he turn up dead like Freddie |
| For owing niggas fetty, get cut with a machete |
| Lift you up prick with the dezzy |
| Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy |
| Your bitch get fucked, missionary |
| Visionary, I bust shots out the tinted M, daddy |
| Ghetto poet, fourth and the rodent looked bloated |
| You shouldn’t have gloated, I unload it |
| I was molded to stand up whenever niggas folded |
| Your spirit out your body just floated |
| Word to my son, I murder a bum |
| Turn the thumb, until it swell up like plumb |
| Your future look glum, heard I feel none I’m numb |
| With guns bang on you like a steel drum |
| Spill blood, plus sweat |
| Before I lift the iron up, stretch |
| Clutch the tek, bust till you wet, heads rubber neck |
| Like damn what a fucking mess |
| Who wan come test the unimpressed, make you undress |
| To eat food like I’m underfed |
| Dump with the feds like I’m on a dead with' one in the head |
| Don’t let it be left unsaid |