Lyrics BNB - THE ROACHEZ

Aww shi
BNB rapper or renter whoever
Gon' talk on my name and get stain with a slip up
Retain with a slipper like memory foam
Your bitch is keep giving me dome
And she like a Jehovah
Witness me like I'm doja
Got so high call it unsupervised dopin'
But ion get it
Bitch tryna handle my ties
Built up my hands are zip-tied
Restrained from behind
Actions not come from my mind
Takin' a trip down to memory lane
Crashin' the car we not feelin' the same
Nap time is over its time for some shame
Actually actually actually
You not my friend, you not real to me
Gotta collapse on my sympathy
You name not bill why you killin' me
Yes bitch!
Man I swear those jeans make you look fat
Oh shit!
Talking truth and bitch can't believe that
When ion get with the wave of industrial slaves
Workin 9 to 5 just to find compromise
Bitchin' quit doin' what I find divine
Refinin' my vision without awkward ties
The women and drugs, they come I divide
Quit talk on my name and your stories is lame
No one wanna hear how you seen with three eyes
Paper on new and my ego switch sides, and
Know that I'm bigger and bigger
Get out my way with your politic
I do not care bout your chocolate
Sweet bring the poison with non-optics