(Announcer)
"Alright I'm gonna need everyone to shut the fuck up right about now
Reporting live from Hollywood, you are tuned in to Roda Radio"
(Yung Roda)
I just peeped the stack and that bitch all blues
Coltrane my fuckin' wallet cause' that bitch got the blues
Choppa sneeze and couch like that bitch got the flu
Gotta treat my choppa good keep it in a good mood
What it do bitch I'm coming' through to you
Baby I been ballin out we could hit Nobu
If you run up to this house better pray I don't shoot
Better pray my shit jam cause' you know I'm gon' shoot
(Vocal melodies)
We could get the packs anywhere what you wanna do
Duck duck bird up in this shotty waitin' for the goose
Why you act like that what you trynna prove
Always on the mic like I'm on the nеws
Diamonds all white like I pulled a tooth
Got еm' holding' back the shooters finna let em' loose
Fuck with us and you gon' lose
I been up for my alarm
I can't ever hit snooze
It's no wonder that you sleep
I ain't even being rude
I'm just speakin' the truth
Strapped like some troops
Got a sniper on the roof
Move that work put that purp all up in this fuckin blunt
Imma face it
Only inline V6 but I whip it like a spaceship
Wide body lane split
Said that he ain't bitch then why he tuck his chain in
Four three it tucked in the Asics
Ain't no spot for a gun in a safe bitch
I been ridin' round' LA makin plays since
Back in the day
Woah
Back in the day
Ay XD on the waist
Whole team got something to spray
Ay packs on the way
Ay racks on the way
Ay, woah, woah
(Announcer)
"Reporting live from Hollywood, you are tuned in to Roda Radio"