Lyrics Brandon Ingram - RRoxket

Trap house, and I weigh the dope in grams, like my name Brandon
Try to hide the fye, but you can tell
Just by way I'm standin'
Told my lil' bro push up, change the score
Cause he totin' cannons
Told the hoe, come push up, give me throat
She got neck like Candace
White hoe told me come and fuck her good, push up to a mansion
Slide inside they hood
Thought they was gone shoot back, but these niggas dancin'
Hang wit the gang, nigga start a cult, just like Charles Manson
The ZaZa crushed inside this wood, what I smoke, organic
But I take the perky 10, the man-made enhancement
Seen my opp hop out, and get him, give him 0 chances
Seen the blue lights, in this hotbox, and it made me anxious
Lil bro got locked on the lick, but he'll be able to handle it
We was starvin', me and my cousin split grilled cheese sandwich
Put on all black, nigga robbin', he's a freakin' bandit
Pop a percocet on a flight, still flyin' when I landed
Lil' bro posted on the block, he sum like Marcus Camby
Make the mother lose her son, opposite of Bamby
Wet they block up like a sponge, like they be with sandy
Pour a four in my peach soda, ion drink peach Brandy
(Ugh Ugh) I'm geeked up, high as hell
If this hoe supply the neck, I supply the nails
Lil bro supplied me on the street, I supply his bail
Seen 20K at 17, ask me why I'm player
I wrecked the whip, and I went broke, had to sell Chanel
Fuck that, I just hit me 1 more lick, I couldn't take a L
Why the fuck my momma almost snitch, but told me never tell?
Came home, and I seen myself on TV, after lick I failed
Junkie passed the trap, he get intrigued, cause the dope he smell
Walk down wit the .38 Special, it don't leave shells
He need gas, it only makes sense to meet me at the Shell
Uncle caught life, hope he find a way to creep up out his cell
He won't see my daughters
It's okay, the nigga evil as hell
Nigga grew up robbin' cause the evil shit run through my cells