Roqit - Mr. Yung Roqit Lyrics

It's Mr Young Roqit
Volume on thirty
Every time that I slide through
Bitch made
Look away
Every time that I eye you
Hunnid hounds
Ready to bark at a hunnid clowns
Built in your name I burn it down
You don't stay on this side you out of bounds
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Mr. Yung Roqit
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NASA these vans cost bout three fifty
Got em all white like what killed Whitney
Pull up to my show your girl looking scimpy
Just one more year I pull up in a Bentley
Cause who I am they act like they ain't feel me
Lost in the night I'm wearing a ghilly
Heating it up I sprinkle the chili
Watching me move now got em all dizzy
Who really spiting like me
Step on the court with the tech in my fleece
Shooting and shooting is popping like grease
Yo shit is more worn than Vince carter knees
Mr yung roqit got on the beat and chopped it
Can't leave leave the crib without that quac in my pocket
Doin my thing no rap just talking
Add up these numbers no mess up no caution
It's Mr. Yung Roqit I drip in this manner
Shine like a star man I got all the glamor
Took on his girl now he pissy pamper
Be in the school and they hating my grammar
Running these numbers just because I'ma scammer
Slide with the nine man I slide with the
Hammers
Grip in my pocket and my closet hold hampers
Touring the nation I stay in the camper
It's Mr Young Roqit
Volume on thirty
Every time that I slide through
Bitch made
Look away
Every time that I eye you
Hunnid hounds
Ready to bark at a hunnid clowns
Built in your name I burn it down
You don't stay on this side you out of bounds
Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Mr. Yung Roqit
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Mr. Yung Roqit
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Who on that speaker turn up the decibels
Limping 'cause I walk with all these decimals
Way I'm going up soon they see me at festivals
Taking my time but staying on schedule
Hit the seen leave taped with no residue
Burst out hallows way they be hitting you
Heard one song I couldn't even sit it through
Big dawg you lil boys is minuscule
You had on that hat and no call you out
You talking and talking and reaching for clout
Shit hit the fan and we gon see what you bout
Behind your back we be talking in crowds
God of this drip my shoes like a lake
Walk on that water, bread imma break
Drip Jesus in Egypt blood is gon' rain
Just don't think imma get any stains
Going rounds bandolier on my body
Hold too many rounds case I see an oppy
High cal youngin catchem and off em
Cup has been doubled with syrup for coughing
Astronaut style my clothes be off-white
Might cop me a Harley might cop me a bike
Knew what it was soon I hoped on the mic
Do it on an off day this shit really slight
It's Mr Young Roqit
Volume on thirty
Every time that I slide through
Bitch made
Look away
Every time that I eye you
Hunnid hounds
Ready to bark at a hunnid clowns
Built in your name I burn it down
You don't stay on this side you out of bounds
Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Mr. Yung Roqit
Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Mr. Yung Roqit
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Mr. Yung Roqit
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