TeeCee4800, Ransom - Roaches Lyrics

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