Rocky Road

Huh, huh, huh

(Hokatiwi)

Dirt path, now I'm icier than—

Took the dirt path, now I'm icier than— bitch

Huh

Took the dirt path, now I'm icier than Rocky Road

You would think this bitch Afghanistan, the weapons ahki tote

Mirror tint the buffies, I can't see you through the zotti smoke

She don't cabesos, tell her bow out and it's adios

That money got your back, your bitch'd probably go

Just punched a Russian rifle, this ain't Rocky IV

It don't matter what I got 'cause I need more

Tryna pick which ho to fuck like eenie, meenie, miney, mo

My opps don't do no steppin', must got tiny toes

Tryna play the middle, he don't know what side he on

Somewhere chasin' money, that's what I be on

Bet you if I ever show my hand, them **** probably fold

Ridin' through my city, I got switchy with me

With a **** Pooh off honey packs, you thinkin' Winnie with me

Never seen an ugly dollar, Rollie cost a pretty penny

Pendant like a chandelier, these bitches sayin', "Get me litty"

Shotted on her back, you'd think the bitch was Ricky

Quick to up the Aubrey Graham, I ever feel like shit get sticky

Mike Amiri pockets full of shit, you know my pendant pissy

Money on the floor, I'm spinnin' bitches, leavin' women dizzy

I let chicken fly, these **** penny pinch

Could never make the honor role 'cause all this Fendi shit

All these hoes be goin', can't cuff any bitch

Get the toilet paper, 'bout to show **** who really shittin'

Get some curtains, 'bout to show **** who really lit

Shoot him with these 7.6s on some Philly shit

Ain't no VVs in that bezel, that's a dilly wrist

She like, "Boy, you goated, what's your name?" I told her, "Billy, bitch"

You'd think we sick of money how we throw it up

I don't need no GPS, the only way I go is up

Everybody ski with bully pendants, boy, you know it's us

Ever try to go against me, I'ma leave you O and 1

With some shit so picky, I think I'm the chosen one

She like, "School me in the AMG", I never rode in one

Why he havin' all that fun and he got the lowest funds?

Never seen him pop a pimple, I know he won't blow his gun

Took the dirt path, now I'm icier than Rocky Road

You would think this bitch Afghanistan, the weapons ahki tote

Mirror tint the buffies, I can't see you through the zotti smoke

She don't cabesos, tell her bow out and it's adios

That money got your back, your bitch'd probably go

Just punched a Russian rifle, this ain't Rocky IV

It don't matter what I got 'cause I need more

Tryna pick which ho to fuck like eenie, meenie, miney, mo

My opps don't do no steppin', must got tiny toes

Tryna play the middle, he don't know what side he on

Somewhere chasin' money, that's what I be on

Bet you if I ever show my hand, them **** probably fold