Rose Capone - PERSONAL Lyrics

Bitch it's too personal
Aim out the window I shoot
You got me running in loops
You giving yo body up straight to the troops

Bitch i'm a dealer I sell by the gram
When we hop on the PJ we never gon land
Always on go never need a demand
I pull out the drum
Play the shit in a band

My song on yo playlist
That shit on repeat
If you think i'm the greatest than let's take a seat
Up in the forest you with the elites
Fly out to Miami and get on the beach

Google me up
Testing my luck
I fell in love with the beautiful thangs

Google me up
Don't give a f*ck
Pour me a cup while you doing yo thang

Ay first things first thats up on the wishlist
3.5 told that bitch come and hit this
Put my dick out while that bitch give me kisses
Brodie a rat went and told as a witness

Got a brick told him flip this

Please don't talk, pussy boy just keep walking
Don't get shot, pussy boy just white chalking him

I ran up them digits on digits on digits
My money tight sitting up in my McLaren
Bro said I got too many bitches on bitches
She sounded like Lamborghini she be roaring

Pull up on a Glock boy 5
And a Glock boy 9
And a Glock boy 10

Bitch it's too personal
Aim out the window I shoot
You got me running in loops
You giving yo body up straight to the troops

Bitch i'm a dealer I sell by the gram
When we hop on the PJ we never gon land
Always on go never need a demand
I pull out the drum
Play the shit in a band

My song on yo playlist
That shit on repeat
If you think i'm the greatest than let's take a seat
Up in the forest you with the elites
Fly out to Miami and get on the beach