Текст песни On the Rocks - LarryHallOfFame

Make em switch it up like a Dj
Twelve hundred dollars on the Balmain denim
Wrist bust down like a pleay
Pack touchdown no EA
Using codes on the phone for the DA
Sales year round like eBay
Balling over here no cheap scape
300 Racks in a wall safe
400 More at my dawg place
She in good hands like allstate
Fourty one no it ain't a small face
Going hard wit the K like Scarface
Hitting plays in the charger on the car play

I just caught a play at the quick mart
Gave em 2 zips in a zip lock
Make her top me off till her lips lock (Both of em)
3 Cuban links pendants mixed up
I just stuffed 10 racks inside of my pockets
Blew it made it back soon as I'm done shopping
Spent it times 3 on a watch
Keep that bitch on me like I'm sponsored by glock
She throw it back bout to beat like the rock
Plugged down the A it go down like Young Joc
Using codes on the jail phone don't fuck wit no cops
If you beef with my man then you one of the opps

I got magic powder like a pixie (Misty)
Deuce deuce in my shoe if they frisk me
I get low gone for high add shipping
When we fuck tell these bitches no kissing
My Latina bitch calling me papi
My Asian bitch say she love me long time
Untouchable I'll get you hog tied
Cats think they slick they ain't got nine lives
Better keep protection coming from the blind side
All out blitz no huddle I'm tired
Lawyer gone beat it I ain't going to trial
Gave my man five nigga took it with a smile

Game winning shot won't miss it
These niggas dead broke cause they won't listen
Gamblers take risk ima risk it
Errtime I bet on myself I hit it
Any bitch I want from the gram I hit it
I ain't gotta talk that shit I live it
These niggas broke outrageous I'm livid
Sippin on sizzurp
Pour up more ak on rocks
30 Pointers round my watch
5 Star meals round the clock
Used to eat ramen out a pot
I ain't sipping E&J
1942 On rocks
Show in town make em bring the whole box

Racks stuffed in a go yard zipper
Smoking on west coast cure
Can't wife her up she a bird
I ain't see shit niggas won't say a word
London pound cake got me higher than the birds
Four in my cup I'm slurred
Two hunnit dollar Fanta got a nigga straight furred
Big dog Hall of Fame big wolf in da Hurd

Pull up on the scene all white in a coupe
Diamonds all color shit looking like fruit
Fucking these bitches by the twos in a group
White g fazo's ran it up in a swoosh
I ain't doing no math I'm subtracting my room
Tryna follow our whip we gone take em for a loop
Ima spit straight truth when I hop in this booth
Niggas know me for a hit like I'm Babe Ruth