Roczilla - FriDaY NiGhT CoNvO (feat. MR. C Rocc1) Lyrics

Scrilla Zilla, what's happening my nigga
Ah, you know the program, Cuddy. Seeking Perfection. Another day, another dollar
For sure, bro, I can dig you with a shovel and a spoon
You know I'm on stilts and trying to turn straw into gold

But you know all work and no play what that do for Jack, right
Shit, get them paid what you mean
Sho you're right, and that's a beautiful thing
So, with that being said, let's split up this bread from the Royal One and Ambition over bullshit here

And get in the wind and see where we land
Because it's Friday again
Aright bet
I got to get away from that bullshit that they on

I fade away like MJ to show em I want the throne
Still got em pissed on how I hit with all my ear adjustments
Future nigga of my city, but now I'm just buzzin
So, I hit tigga like nigga, I'm trying to win in this business

He said I feel ya, let's get it. Real's recognized so I'm with it
Ain't too many that serious to succeed on this mission
I'm known to merc shit already, so I salute your ambition
Bet I get in the drop and hit the block of Mr. C-Rocc

Been thinking of a master plan
Know the ledge, or lose your head with all these ways of getting bread
Somebody gon' still want to take it out of your hands
That's cause snakes know the turn even when they get fed

Rats crawled out that barrel of crabs, and can't go back
Last to the scene, but the lead like I'm Kojak
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
Feel like every Friday night, this shit playing in my audio

Posted at a spot or with a freak down in the barrio
Hit the highway, her thighs spread on the console
And everyone I know ask what's going down in the convo, convo
I know, count it up like it's dominoes reciprocate
Respect or, get treated like those we don't know
Broke hoes are dodos, being dodos a no-no
Don't have it all, so we living like mafioso
Flipping through the Rilla and, I'm dipping with zilla

Counting up some Scrilla while we blowing on killa
I just got a phone call from my partner, Tigga
Said he called a few times, but he couldn't reach zilla
I know that both of y'all together, so what's happening with you

Told them zilla is out the window and he twisting a swisha
Spitting at some fishes, three vicious vixens saying that they sisters
So, give us bout 20 and we coming to get you
I locked it down later with one of the sisters

Mommies wrap tight said name is delicious
Just pick your phone up, I'm, a definitely hit you
When she licked her lips with it, I knew I was in it
For the next few days in the lanes we were spinning

When she ran up off of me, I knew we were winning
So I left them other wenches riding on the benches
Then went from counting inches to riding in Benzes
Feel like every Friday night, this shit playing in my audio

Posted at a spot or with a freak down in the barrio
Hit the highway, her thighs spread on the console
And everyone I know ask what's going down in the convo
Convo

I know, count it
Go sniffing capers, beg and get treated like those we don't know
Broke hoes, I told those, we ain't dope
Those that don't know, don't have or ball, So we living life mafioso, so
Feel like every Friday night
Flipping through the river and I'm dipping with zilla
Nigga, I'm trying to win in this buisness

I knew we were winning
Counting on some skrilla while we blowing on killa
Counting on some skrilla while we blowing on killa
Count, count the thrill of what we blowing on killa
I feel like every Friday night