Lyrics Roaches - TeeCee4800, Ransom

Roaches

Thotty came through with the whole clip
How he still smokin' on the roaches
Tally hit the bitch with the cold stiff
Like, watch out bitch, watchout the ghost flip
Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag
No double XL, fuck it, my niggas got the mags
Drivin' by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash
Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday niggas waitin' for the crash
I’m takin' too many risks
Pump fake hit the block with the tool and the shit
Got to spend it fast, get it back, double Jack
Any nigga tryin’a act like he hard up on the track
Town shit, that’s all I know, it’s Town shit
Shout out to the Bay, ay, they be on that Town shit
I’m just tryin’a eat good, nigga fuck a
I’m just tryin’a stay straight, niggas keep scramblin'
NY hat with some fat ass chains on
I’ve been on my workout, look like I just came home
Pushin' pull ups and some fuckin' nigga
Get your face just so I can sock a nigga
Thotty came through with the whole clip
How he still smokin' on the roaches
Tally hit the bitch with the cold stiff
Like, watch out bitch, watchout the ghost flip
Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag
No double XL, fuck it, my niggas got the mags
Drivin' by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash
Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday niggas is waitin' for the crash
Empty out the whole clip
Niggas know the programme
No mask so you niggas know it’s me
Crash out my bumper tryin’a send me back to Wayside
Makin' spreads on my bed, runnin' fades
Back to yeah I need that
You niggas don’t want no gunplay
All my niggas shooters, I know a couple of shooters
Hoppin' out the rental tryin’a catch another body, dome shots
Some niggas don’t make it
Damn bitch, why you all up in my mouth
I need a rich ass bitch, take dick and don’t say shit
459 gettin' tired of the same shit
Book a nigga for his chain, where it’s at
and the cash, some thirsty ass niggas
Straight lick a nigga, assed out
ass nigga
Westside crip nigga
love you niggas
Thotty came through with the whole clip
How he still smokin' on the roaches
Tally hit the bitch with the cold stiff
Like, watch out bitch, watchout the ghost flip
Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag
No double XL, fuck it, my niggas got the mags
Drivin' by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash
Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday niggas is waitin' for the crash