On Everything

Rok on the track, yeah Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up Yeah, I got caught but I'm still gon' lie Nigga, I'm drippin', you talk 'bout you fly You talkin' the GOAT talk, I'm callin' 'em out Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything Ain't no catchin' me down bad, I'm bustin' everything Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah Fuck leprechauns, I'm banging green and I got gold rings Nah, I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, I'm doin' it for you, yeah, yeah Showin' y'all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice, yeah, yeah I'm thinkin' 'bout hundreds while eatin' Benihana, yeah, yeah Real busybody, big truck, big bodies These niggas sweet so we lickin' like lollies, rip off his pockets Glock got a switch so don't get out of pocket, these bullets flyin' Open that pussy, tell that thing let me in Open that pussy, tell that thing let me in I knock on that pussy, just like a door She shakin' her hips and bouncin' that ass, I like how it roll, yeah, yeah Tell them tolls I cut off my one bitch but know I got plenty more I ball with my young bull like I'm Derrick Rose I hope you know, behind these closed doors Lil' baby a freak freak Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up Yeah, I got caught but I'm still gon' lie Nigga, I'm drippin', you talk 'bout you fly You talkin' the GOAT talk, I'm callin' 'em out Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything Ain't no catchin' me down bad, I'm bustin' everything Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah Fuck leprechauns, I'm banging green and I got gold rings Nah, I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, I'm doin' it for you, yeah, yeah Showin' y'all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice Yeah, she a freak freak And she get geeked like she creach, jeesh Baby girl, know you can eat me Yeah, she a vegan, she don't eat meat Shit, then you can't be with me I drop the top off the ceiling I don't see no nigga, no Visine Movin' this shit where the dial is Bitch, I'm a dog, where my damn leash? Black and white squirts on my damn sheets On the outskirts gettin' blue cheese Mustard, I'm eatin' in Cali I'm tired of doin' favors, don't ask me This a Bourbon Backwood, now the gang need it I was walkin' on Bleveland, they passed me Now you walkin' on Bleveland, I'm laughing I know why I made it, God, he had me Nigga try me, it's World War 3, fuck a tragic Ride with Glocks and the drums all up in traffic Rock a red dot, it's over with, now you past tense Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up Yeah, I got caught but I'm still gon' lie Nigga, I'm drippin', you talk 'bout you fly You talkin' the GOAT talk, I'm callin' 'em out Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything Ain't no catchin' me down bad, I'm bustin' everything Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah Fuck leprechauns, I'm banging green and I got gold rings Nah, I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, I'm doin' it for you, yeah, yeah Showin' y'all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice