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[Chorus: Rocco Bunko]
I knew you'd wanna talk about it
We don't really talk a lot
I think too much, I get surrounded
I need me to knock it off
I think too much, can't even count it
I might pop another one
Just so I don't feel the malice
I'm sippin' out a fuckin' chalice

[Post-Chorus: Rocco Bunko]
Why they all up on me like some jewelry (Like some jewelry)
I go silly, crazy, I go stupidly (Ahh)
You gon' shoot at me just like a movie scene (Okay)
I know what it mean, now what it do for me?

[Chorus: Rocco Bunko]
I knew you'd wanna talk about it
We don't really talk a lot
I think too much, I get surrounded
I need me to knock it off
I think too much, can't even count it
I might pop another one
Just so I don't feel the malice
I'm sippin' out a fuckin' chalice

[Verse 1: Musa]
Yeah, I don't like when I feel malice
And you think you're cool, you rock Palace
So I get to spraying, I up it and shoot
Until Rocco just pulls out the gadgets
Diamonds my wrist, I got karats
I'm in the Ritz with a bad bitch
If Rocco just tells me they spotted an opp
I'll just pull up and show 'em the action
I pull up, I'm sprayin', I shoot through the Benz
I don't use hands so I squeeze my FN
Roll up and find out what's poppin'
If you talkin' shit I pull up and I'll show you the end
Don't think you understand
The sitch is dire, it's all in your hands
My shooters roll deeper than Afghanistan
Vyvanse, I don't got no attention span

[Post-Chorus: Rocco Bunko]
Why they all up on me like some jewelry (Like some jewelry)
I go silly, crazy, I go stupidly (Ahh)
You gon' shoot at me just like a movie scene (Okay)
I know what it mean, now what it do for me?

[Chorus: Rocco Bunko]
I knew you'd wanna talk about it
We don't really talk a lot
I think too much, I get surrounded
I need me to knock it off
I think too much, can't even count it
I might pop another one
Just so I don't feel the malice
I'm sippin' out a fuckin' chalice (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rocco Bunko]
For me and Musa this shit not even fuckin' challenge
I spend it, go check the balance
I got green, I don't mean salad
Chopper gon' make his ass sing like a ballad
He wanna [?]
[?] from the top of the mountain
[?] nobody is countin'

[Post-Chorus: Chorus: Rocco Bunko]
Why they all up on me like some jewelry (Like some jewelry)
I go silly, crazy, I go stupidly (Ahh)
You gon' shoot at me just like a movie scene (Okay)
I know what it mean, now what it do for me?

[Outro]
I knew you'd wanna talk about it
We don't really talk a lot
I think too much, I get surrounded
I need me to knock it off
I think too much, can't even count it
I might pop another one
Just so I don't feel the malice