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Yeah, do this for my soldiers, warriors in Rovers
Pistols in my sofa, niggas know I’m on you
Pistols in my sofa, one time for the hood, though

Bitch I’m smoking that conservative
Swerving with this Persian bitch
She fuck me till she hurt this dick
She hungry so I serve this dick on a fucking platter
Getting money isn’t at us
Spill his bladder on a pastor
If you fucking with my cash, bro
Bitches better blow us,
I don’t know you, fuck her over in the Rover
Bent her over, life’s a game bro, so I poke her
Yeah, these niggas know that I kick that toaster
And all my words are shooting like we play for Minnesota
38 up in the Rover, bitch I’m taking this shit over
Till is 8 to 10 … men with me vacationing
Whiskey when you making ends, Whitney tried to cage me in
Johnny could lie what the fuck is David …?
Got a cage for them and acronyms are blasting in
You half a man, no abdomen, you vegetable and Cabernet
I have no sins, I’m at their bin, my bitch is badder
I smashed her friends, I fuck one time in a wagon Benz
I wear that out like fashion trends
I’m never gonna change but I’m cashing in
Flow insane, we go insane, that’s no man’s brains, that’s Novocain
We mafia, they watching us through binoculars
We counting cup, we popping up, got that flow bitch, mop it up
Tryina get my dollars up

This bitches love the Rovers, ‘Raris and Rollsters
Pistol in the sofa, do this for my soldiers
Bricks up in the nova, we ain’t never sober
We get lots of dough, bro, the bitches love to blow us
This bitches love the Rovers, ‘Raris and Rollsters
Pistol in the sofa, do this for my soldiers
Bricks up in the nova, we ain’t never sober
We get lots of dough, bro, the bitches love to blow us

I’m number one like Derrick Rose
Y’all lame niggas be sharing clothes
Me in this lifestyle be sharing hoes
I’mma show these pussies like Sharon Stone
Ride around with that blue steel, days away from that new deal
Shorty off with that blue pill
She a die hard, like Bruce Will
Pistol in that sofa, on that sofa like I’m Oprah
Bitch you’re fucking with a soldier
Got your wify sniffing coca
‘Raris and them Rovers, turn your head and he chose up
Half the club getting pulled up ‘cause she know we next to blow up
And I’m repping that A1, ain’t got no love for the fake ones
Been giving niggas life, I can take one
Since day one, since yay high, had that yey, hoes stay high
Blowing haze then grace God, kicks and Glocks then gray nods, yeah
Fuck all of them politics, these hollow tips you could swallow dick
Got a model chick is she howdy thick, make her ass bounce like an Impala switch
I don’t trust nobody, y’all ain’t catch nobodies
Your bitch ain’t got nobody, them niggas ain’t nobody

This bitches love the Rovers, ‘Raris and Rollsters
Pistol in the sofa, do this for my soldiers
Bricks up in the nova, we ain’t never sober
We get lots of dough, bro, the bitches love to blow us
Bang, bang



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