Rocky Badd MuthaFucka (feat. CashKidd)
[Verse: Cash Kidd]
Hold up, Jimmy roll up
Label blowing up my line, I just hung the phone up
Hit me back when them numbers go up
Nigga get a bag, like you gotta throw up
Hold up
Before rap, I was a muthafucka
Yeah
Wanted that jacket like a muthafucka
Aye
But they was taxing like a muthafucka
Aye
So we was jacking like a muthafucka
Trapping like a muthafucka
Strapped just like a muthafucka
Make a nigga whip disappear, like he Wonder Woman
Bad bitches on both sides, like I'm double dutching
Leave a bitch Dm on read, like a nutter butter
Rip Jeff, Rip Red
We like blood brothers
Counting money, holding back tears
Like I'm cutting onions
Jumpman Jumpman, that boy up to something
Couple hunnid, they gone peal you off like you up to something
Nigga
Give a f..ck bout how you feel bitch
I pay my own bills and I pay my momma bills
And I pay my bitch bills, I ain't even sign no deals
I don't got no time to chill, buffed up like a body build
Line em up, fire drill
Catch a net, soccer field
Catch a net, like a goalie
Gotta ride with choppas still
On the road, a thousand pills
Left the read or writer chill
On the stage with that ratchet, they should call me dolla bill
Nigga
Yeah
On the stage, get the clapping like Dr. Phil
Nigga
These niggas just rapping bout the shit, they not for real nigga
[Verse: Rocky Badd]
Hold on
They not for real
I heard the bitches just be rapping, they not for real
I see they like bitches capping, I be for real
Know I pull up make shit happen, without a deal
Woah
If you miss me, put them titties on my FaceTime
Getting head from two bitches at the same time
Getting bread from two niggas, while I save mine
I'll die before I'll ever let them take mine
I be working out on bitches like I'm bench pressed
Ain't stressing out on no niggas, tell a bitch yes
I'm a roll on a stripper, leave a big mess
On the phone talking business, need a big bag
Yeah they big mad, prices going up
Nails getting longer, so they cost more
Need a big check, put that little chicken up
Now you got a pair feet, and it cost for me to talk more
It ain't shit a rap bitch gone do to me
Glock 9 on my hip, this bitch glued to me
Old bitch can't stay away, I guess she use to me
Told that bitch to learn her place, she a used to be
Ain't no talking when I finally catch em out in traffic
I'm from that way and down to scrap it, so I guess I'm ratchet
I made a wave, and still ain't bragging
Muthafucka asking
I played it sweet, you tried to eat they blessings
I touched a lot of shit these bitches had to f..ck for
But not a lot of shit these bitches would've f..cked for
I think he love me, let him eat it
Wouldn't bust for
Yo nigga picked me, when you see me, what you tough for?
You can never say you seen me with my head down
Cause ain't no hoe in my blood, better stand down
Old friends with the opps, guess they friends now
Let me catch them not he's out, it's a man down
All of a sudden everybody got they hands out
Lil bitch who wasn't with me, put yo hands down
Now everybody wanna rap and get fans now
Suck a dick whoever pooping, want a friend now
If anything, I be cutting bitches off
This is weird and they lost
Made them get the f..ck off
Know you hurt to see me winning
Know you sick I ain't lost
Told that bitch, “I'm the boss”
Gave that lame bitch a toss
Been seen what a rap nigga head like
I ain't worried what a rap bitch laying like
Cause they know how this rap bitch playing right
I got Killas, but they quicker when you pay em right