yo favorite rapper a ho

(Roc-)
(Roc- Roc that shit out, Hari)

[Chorus]
Your favorite rapper a hoe, I let you listen to him
That's your fault
I had to do this shit with me and my gang
Don't need no co-signin'
I just put it up, my bitch keep askin' what's my zo' sign
I took off my cap at graduation, I don't do no line
I been jumpin', I can't make my mind up, she see both sides
If he go [?] we poke him up, yeah I got [?] ties
They should free Thug, out that cell
But we been slime
Needa free my demon outta jail, yeah we been slime

[Verse 1]
So much gas comin' through the mail, so I don't fly
If they ever kill me, load yo' clip, please do not cry
Catch that rapper nigga, orange is the new black
Pussy ass nigga was talkin' all wack, then he got blue back
Twenty, fried on life, I'm wit' my knife, and I got all the snacks
If it go down tonight, I know that pole up wit' me, he got my back
We gon' pull up on him and put in work, this shit like jumpin' chicks
Pussy ass nigga, you know you don't want smoke, so who you jumpin' at?
She only fuck wit' niggas who got money, and I'm because of that
Fake blood, I'm not lackin' B's, bitch I'm dubbin' that
Watch how I put that red on his head, like a M.A.G.A. hat
He ain't got no spot, we come send shots where yo' papi at
He ain't got no cash, we gon' make him send through Cash App
Tried to set me up, I shoot that lil' bitch where her 'lash at
Two-thousand on Uggs, mix with Gallery, not mismatched
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth, then where my stick at
Bitch I need a meal or two, like I am a fat man
I don't need to deal with you, I could fuck your best friend
Yeah I'm real right, but I shoot stick wit' my left hand
Walkin' round wit' graveyard, pockets full of dead man
5.56 is comin', break the wind, like a ceiling fan
Two Glocks, shawty, he feel ten, ready, kill a man

[Chorus]
Your favorite rapper a hoe, I let you listen to him
That's your fault
I had to do this shit with me and my gang
Don't need no co-signin'
I just put it up, my bitch keep askin' what's my zo' sign
I took off my cap at graduation, I don't do no line
I been jumpin', I can't make my mind up, she see both sides
If he go [?] we poke him up, yeah I got [?] ties
They should free Thug, out that cell
But we been slime
Needa free my demon outta jail, yeah we been slime (yeah, been slime)

[Outro]
If they ever kill me, load yo' clip, please do not cry
Catch that rapper nigga, orange is the new black
Pussy ass nigga was talkin' all wack, then he got blue back (He got blue back)
(Yeah, yeah)