(Rome run it up)
Felt like stepping out today, you feel me
'Bout to go in, shit
This Roqit
Let me f*ckin tell you 'bout it
This the tease cause y'all wanna act real childish
Drip to my toe
Ain't never needed no type of stylist
Took my flow out the freezer so now I'm calling it ISIS
And I'm really killing shit 911 on me causing crisis
Hit the mall hard all I do is buy shit
Always stay clean, might as well call me a Dyson
Racks in my jeans
Racks in my seams
My girls got racks I'm a fiend
Off a bean
Sippin lean
Shit too corny get some OC
'Bout to blow up but my soul still here
I know what you thinking just give me a year
My first purchase gonna be a car that's a tear
My space coupe burn you without shifting a gear
Tesla Model X, so I ain't gotta steer
New girl from Milwaukee but I don't call her dear
Splurging on this beat and I'm really going stupid
Acting like you ain't know this, boy I do this
Way I be talkin' you thought I was toothless
I'm going in no mercy I'm ruthless
Write this shit down
Put it on a pad
Way I be spittin'
You thought I was the new fad
Strong like I'm glad
Porsche a new stag
Pull out the yoppa and I empty the mag
Got all this designer, got all these clothes
Designer, designer I'm rocking VLONE
F*ck a gun, this a playground get stoned
Your girl at my crib she taking this bone
Halfway through I'm deep in my zone
Instagram models out they get flown
Feed her a bandana, can't tolerate the moan
I'm an OG y'all just the clones
Ight stay tuned second verse coming
T-minus probably like, five seconds
Hold on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Getting back to it
My life it's a movie
Round my waist it's Gucci
This my turf like I'm Rudy
No vodka but I'm in the sky
Need no ass need thighs
Patek Phillipe, wrist looks like I cried
Nobody need to die
Young Roqit I'm to fly
Ain't no question, I'm just that f*cking guy
Sip on a liter
Y'all want a teaser
Three stripes, but these no Adidas
Hair like a greaser
Said I pieced her
Don't ask to be on the album, I ain't doing no features
This the last verse
Put it in a hearse
Spitting this shit, I ain't even rehearse
Star like converse
Hit the reverse
I go in like Thug, but I ain't wearing no skirt
I'm wildin' out
You still catch me at church
Hitting my lows, but never to a Perc
Rockstar status
I killed all this rap shit
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(Rome run it up)
Felt like stepping out today, you feel me
'Bout to go in, shit
This Roqit
Let me f*ckin tell you 'bout it
This the tease cause y'all wanna act real childish
Drip to my toe
Ain't never needed no type of stylist
Took my flow out the freezer so now I'm calling it ISIS
And I'm really killing shit 911 on me causing crisis
Hit the mall hard all I do is buy shit
Always stay clean, might as well call me a Dyson
Racks in my jeans
Racks in my seams
My girls got racks I'm a fiend
Off a bean
Sippin lean
Shit too corny get some OC
'Bout to blow up but my soul still here
I know what you thinking just give me a year
My first purchase gonna be a car that's a tear
My space coupe burn you without shifting a gear
Tesla Model X, so I ain't gotta steer
New girl from Milwaukee but I don't call her dear
Splurging on this beat and I'm really going stupid
Acting like you ain't know this, boy I do this
Way I be talkin' you thought I was toothless
I'm going in no mercy I'm ruthless
Write this shit down
Put it on a pad
Way I be spittin'
You thought I was the new fad
Strong like I'm glad
Porsche a new stag
Pull out the yoppa and I empty the mag
Got all this designer, got all these clothes
Designer, designer I'm rocking VLONE
F*ck a gun, this a playground get stoned
Your girl at my crib she taking this bone
Halfway through I'm deep in my zone
Instagram models out they get flown
Feed her a bandana, can't tolerate the moan
I'm an OG y'all just the clones
Ight stay tuned second verse coming
T-minus probably like, five seconds
Hold on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Getting back to it
My life it's a movie
Round my waist it's Gucci
This my turf like I'm Rudy
No vodka but I'm in the sky
Need no ass need thighs
Patek Phillipe, wrist looks like I cried
Nobody need to die
Young Roqit I'm to fly
Ain't no question, I'm just that f*cking guy
Sip on a liter
Y'all want a teaser
Three stripes, but these no Adidas
Hair like a greaser
Said I pieced her
Don't ask to be on the album, I ain't doing no features
This the last verse
Put it in a hearse
Spitting this shit, I ain't even rehearse
Star like converse
Hit the reverse
I go in like Thug, but I ain't wearing no skirt
I'm wildin' out
You still catch me at church
Hitting my lows, but never to a Perc
Rockstar status
I killed all this rap shit
Felt like stepping out today, you feel me
'Bout to go in, shit
This Roqit
Let me f*ckin tell you 'bout it
This the tease cause y'all wanna act real childish
Drip to my toe
Ain't never needed no type of stylist
Took my flow out the freezer so now I'm calling it ISIS
And I'm really killing shit 911 on me causing crisis
Hit the mall hard all I do is buy shit
Always stay clean, might as well call me a Dyson
Racks in my jeans
Racks in my seams
My girls got racks I'm a fiend
Off a bean
Sippin lean
Shit too corny get some OC
'Bout to blow up but my soul still here
I know what you thinking just give me a year
My first purchase gonna be a car that's a tear
My space coupe burn you without shifting a gear
Tesla Model X, so I ain't gotta steer
New girl from Milwaukee but I don't call her dear
Splurging on this beat and I'm really going stupid
Acting like you ain't know this, boy I do this
Way I be talkin' you thought I was toothless
I'm going in no mercy I'm ruthless
Write this shit down
Put it on a pad
Way I be spittin'
You thought I was the new fad
Strong like I'm glad
Porsche a new stag
Pull out the yoppa and I empty the mag
Got all this designer, got all these clothes
Designer, designer I'm rocking VLONE
F*ck a gun, this a playground get stoned
Your girl at my crib she taking this bone
Halfway through I'm deep in my zone
Instagram models out they get flown
Feed her a bandana, can't tolerate the moan
I'm an OG y'all just the clones
Ight stay tuned second verse coming
T-minus probably like, five seconds
Hold on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Getting back to it
My life it's a movie
Round my waist it's Gucci
This my turf like I'm Rudy
No vodka but I'm in the sky
Need no ass need thighs
Patek Phillipe, wrist looks like I cried
Nobody need to die
Young Roqit I'm to fly
Ain't no question, I'm just that f*cking guy
Sip on a liter
Y'all want a teaser
Three stripes, but these no Adidas
Hair like a greaser
Said I pieced her
Don't ask to be on the album, I ain't doing no features
This the last verse
Put it in a hearse
Spitting this shit, I ain't even rehearse
Star like converse
Hit the reverse
I go in like Thug, but I ain't wearing no skirt
I'm wildin' out
You still catch me at church
Hitting my lows, but never to a Perc
Rockstar status
I killed all this rap shit
Writer: Jackson Davis
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