paroles de chanson Reroc (feat. Hardrock) - Drillani feat. Hardrock

I say ball off the rip
She wants to blow my shit
But I got no love yeah for these hoes
I'm in the beamer with the butterfly doors
I ride with a Draco I Don't care for Rico
I'm like a baker I'm chasing up the dough
Hop on the beat I'm about to flow
Kicking shit I'm feeling like a Leo
I'm in this bitch and they know what I'm on
Ysl I think I love saint laurent
Why does this little hoe be blowing my phone
Oh shit I think that litle hoe she love me yuh
I'm off the oxy no Remy
Don't fuck with ones I throw them 50s
I keep it a Buck no I'll never go 50
Like why the fuck all these hoes moving so greedy
Waa waa this litle hoe she's a pick me
Whine hoe when I tell the litle bitch yeah we rock
Dumb bitch I fell in love with the top
I'm in the beamer I pull off the lot
I'm off the drugs and I'm serving reroc
I'm in this bitch and I feel like Allah
Locked in I'm going to give her lockjaw
Okay well litle bitch we Ball
Fuck this shit I Don't care on god
Why the bitch on my motherfucking line
What I'm in this bitch like a Draco
Shooting shit like a motherfucking mako
Shawty knows that I spin like a dreidel
So I put that little bitch on my payroll
Fuck it I put that bitch on my payroll uh uh uh
I spin on the block like a motherfucking ladle
Matter of fact I'm in this bitch like a dreidel
Like a Jewish kid I'm going to hog up my paper
Happy hanukkah rock yamakas yuh huh
I'm not with all of that weird shit
Big ole 40 and it holds a full clip
Big ole 40 and it got a full clip
I'm going to fuck you litle bitches

Drop that shit back I am going to catch it
Once I get me that bag I am going to flex it
Once I get me that bag I am going to flex it
Once I get me that bag I am going to flex it
I can show you how the boy's financing
Bitch I'm up yeah I'm up Don't forget it
Bitch I'm going to perform Don't you miss it
Bitch I'm going to go up Don't y'all miss
She wants to get real lovey dovey
But I'm planning on passing it to my Buddy
Srt gutty
Oh I'm good Don't have a budget
Don't follow me I'm going to where the bosses go
You cannot come because you're not a baller hoe
I'm too big you is a little bug hoe
Oh my bad oh my bad hoe
Oh my god oh my bad hoe
Oh my god oh my bad
Oh my god oh my bad hoe
Oh my god oh my bad
You're not my twin you're not my dawg
You Don't want smoke you Don't want smoke
All this cash upward tall
Can't see you because you are small