Roach

[Intro: Brahman & Mo]
This song goes out, to any of my real niggas out there
Smoke that shit down to the fucking roach am I right? (Better smoke that!)
Am I right? (Am I right?)
You better smoke that shit down to the roach motherfucker! (What?)

[Hook: Brahman]
Yeah that blunt roach burn slow
Never bump my tunes low
Who the fuck you think you is if you ain't blue, hoe?
Yeah you say you got that ice but is you cool though?
Yeah you say your bitch is nice but is it true though?

[Verse 1: Brahman]
Smoke roach, burnt lips, spittin' all that flame (All that flame)
Locked jaws, missed calls, forget all the lames (All the lames)
Introduce me to your groupies, oh is that your game
Sorry, I don't fuck with pussies 'tryna claim my name
Why these motherfuckers keep on talking like they knew me?
Roll up, light em up and smoke em like a doobie
Niggas only like you if you dead with rigamortis (Whoo Whoo)
And bitches only love you got a bigger tour bus
Enormous, giant like a damn stegosaurus
Holes in his back leave a man hella pourin
Talkin that bull, I would think you were a tortoise
Leave them in they feelings like they listening to Doris
Thought it was a chorus, you wrong
Nigga I don't give a fuck if you don't like the song (I hate you)
All these motherfuckers can't ignore us for long
[?] left not right, he wrong (Fuck you and you)
Fake niggas wipeout, riding our wave
I worship the preserver but you never getting saved
Your bitch pop molly and she ain't even rave
Stay with the hoe, oh man that's brave

[Verse 2: Mo & Brahman]
Ay, hellish flame
Never been a lame
Smokin' stank
NCR be the fucking gang
Why y'all niggas hate?
Never been the same to all of you groupie niggas
Trigger happy motherfucker never pulled a trigger (Bitch!)
Deep voice Asian call me Rich Chigga
Big boss Mo, I been that nigga
Castin' spells but a nigga don't like Wicca
Spittin' all that gas, now her name was flipper
Niggas always hate, say I won't get bigger
Pop a couple roofies, now your ass won't hear us
Look up in the mirror, all I see is dark spirits
Smoke a pound of [?] so the demons won't get near us
Dear Ron Sally, I'll excuse your vision
PEMDAS nigga but I always skipped division
Always count money but I'm not a mathematician
Cuts if you listen like a rap incision
Why y'all always mad NCR so different?
Hatin' on a nigga cause he got a different pigment
Ignant, get good marks like a high grade
Smokin' that boof, now your ass got a migraine
Crew beat your ass if you look at us sideways
Rubber neckin' niggas like we drivin' on the high way

[Hook: Brahman]
Blunt roach burn slow
Never bump my tunes low
Who the fuck you think you is if you ain't blue hoe
Yeah you say you got that ice but is you cool tho?
Yeah you say your bitch is nice but is it true tho?