ROOFTOP! lyrics

[Intro]
(I hate AV)
Our insight here, you know, you get an insight
And you know something, you know?
But you don't wanna say it out loud
Because you're kind of afraid that it's not gonna be really true
And it'll spoil the whole thing for you, you know?
But when somebody makes you say it, then, and it's true

[Hook]
Wait, tell that b*tch "Drop it down, arch your back" (Ay)
I've been making plays, b*tch, I started from the trap (Ay)
Shawty kinda bad, so I had to double tap
And my ex hit me up, but I don't really want her back
Wait, drop down (Drop down), tell that b*tch to get low (Get low)
Steady, duckin' 12, like I'm Gucci Mane and, oh (Ay)
I heard he think he trap, but that boy ain't movin', oh
Got a bad lil' white b*tch, shawty, she a snowflake (Wait)
Tell that b*tch "Drop it down, arch your back" (Ay)
I've been making plays, b*tch, I started from the trap (Ay)
Shawty kinda bad, so I had to double tap
And my ex hit me up, but I don't really want her back
Wait, drop down (Drop down), tell that b*tch to get low (Get low)
Steady, duckin' 12, like I'm Gucci Mane and, oh (Ay)
I heard he think he trap, but that boy ain't movin', oh
Got a bad lil' white b*tch, shawty, she a snowflake (Wait, wait)
[Verse 1]
(I hate AV)
Uh, wait, huh, yeah, wait
I took yo' b*tch to my room
And we got so high that we flew to the moon (Yeah)
(Xelaz! this is trash)
I'ma beat from the back till she's starting to tune (Yeah-yeah, huh)
I got the stick on my waist
You can tell your lil' b*tch get the f*ck out my face
Got a chip on my shoulder, not talkin' 'bout lace
Sorry lil' b*tch, get the f*ck out my place (Wait)
He want the smoke, we can blaze (Ay)
These bullets made him do the race (Uh)
Wait, he steady, talking to the jakes (Uh)
I do not f*ck with n*ggas 'cause they snakes (Uh)
Real recognize real
Wait, I heard you pus*y n*ggas fake (Uh)
Shawty, don't worry about me, I'm in space, yeah
I wish we could take it back, like erase (Wait, huh)

[Verse 2]
I brought a stick in this b*tch and it's set on my waist (Wait, yeah)
I'm busy sticking this b*tch in her face
And I probably won't do it if I don't get paid (Wait)
And I just hit the store, bought a clip for the gang
While they grippin' the stock, I'm increasing this name
I'ma chill with this b*tch, but I heard she a lame
If that was yo' b*tch, why she sayin' my name? (Wait, wait, wait)
I hit that b*tch from the back of the west end
If I hit that b*tch, then I'm clapping her best friend
We spinnin' yo' block, runnin' laps through yo' section
Wait, and I came with a stick, it got thermal detection
Don't got no heart, I don't show no affection
And the stick eatin' up like a f*cking infection
If I chill with yo' b*tch, then she gettin' inspection