Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roaches, artist - TeeCee4800
Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |