Lyrics
It's Roach, the real one
It's pregame, we just got warmed up
Hold up, wait a minute, put some pimpin' in it
Walkin' to the party, I'ma put some limp into it
Catch me out in public, know they gonna look at jit
Try to slide home, baseball park, you get hit
Know these hoes fallin' down, domino effect
He hangin' with the nerds, I'ma call his ass a reject
Roach, a cornerback, you know the pass I'm about to deflect
They gave him two techs, the referee's gonna eject
Put him in the grinder, know I'm about to roll him up
Her stripper name Reese's, she's my lil' buttercup
Know she bout to slide, already know what's up
Roach keep a butter knife, know I'm bout to cut up
This ain't KFC, but they see I'm talkin' spicy
Know I gotta talk my shit, somethin' like I'm Shiesty
Hot-headed bitch, know she really feisty
Run off with my money, know that's unlikely
Imma get my chips and dip, somethin' like cilantros
Snorted too much powder, know that's the way she go
You paid for that hooker, swear you ain't got no hoes
Always roadrunnin', hittin' up all these shows
It's the weekend, I make moves, you know I'm on that
The boys in Orlando got sticks, no baseball bat
Went to the Ville, I'm not slidin' in a scat
She a spoiled bitch, Imma call her a brat
She playin' hard to get, but you know I'm gon' tap
She comin' back to my place, you know it's a wrap
She told me she dykin', she always keep a strap
I was on Mansfield, my school was in a trap
Hold up, wait a minute, put some pimpin' in it
Walkin' to the party, I'ma put some limp into it
Catch me out in public, know they gonna look at jit
Try to slide home, baseball park, you get hit
Know these hoes fallin' down, domino effect
He hangin' with the nerds, Imma call his ass a reject
Roach a cornerback, you know the pass I'm bout to deflect
They gave him two techs, the referee gonna eject
Nike's on my feet like my name is Mac Miller
Can't wait to drop this, Imma make a triller
Michael Jackson on this beat, this one a thriller
Oj Simpson to the beat, know that I'm a killer
Shrooms in the chocolate, see I'm getting trippy with it
Always on a mission, see I'm gettin' shifty with it
This track is on fire, see I'm gettin' litty litty
Stripper on the pole, know I see her titty titties
Hanging out in Philly, know he's got the flyers
He's got no will to live, somethin' like he's Byers
Shorted him an eighthy, they a bunch of liars
Lost up in my notes, need some dividers
Go to work with a wrench, he's stuck in the trench
Say he a ball player, your boyfriend on the bench
Walk into the party, her panties gonna drench
He beat her from the back, know he smell the stench
Written by: Michael Anthony Parisa
