D Rose lyrics

[Intro]
(Underdog!)

[Verse]
Yeah
We hit the bank like a lot (Yeah, yeah)
That lil' n*gga getttin' knocked
We gon' stop that boy walk
n*gga get knocked in his jaw
I got a brand-brand new Chop'
Bro got the brand-brand new Uzi
b*tch better act right or she gon' lose me, yeah
I'm ballin' out like D-Rose
My n*ggas shoot like D-Rose
Man, my shooters heart is so cold
He hittin' that boy, take his soul
Yeah, I might sweep the b*tch off her toes
n*gga, we swipe cards, that's how it goes
I'm 289, ain't ever switchin'
I got the Chop', this ain't no kitchen
Hittin' that boy, now his ass missin'
I don't know why n*ggas act like b*tches
Hittin' that boy, we send him to other dimensions
We send that n*gga to heaven, yeah
We gon' pull up and rob 7-Eleven
Not runnin' for president, but I got presidents, yeah
I got the bands as a resident, yeah
Anyway, back to these n*ggas (Yeah)
n*ggas mad my pockets bigger than them
OTM, we going bigger than them (Yeah)
Goin' all the way up
Yeah, n*gga, you can't get a pay cut
Yeah, 'member yo' ass used to hate us?
Now we all up, n*gga, you can't say nun'
Wonder why n*ggas be hoes (Wonder why)
Wonder why like, on soul (On soul)
I got the choppa', we sprayin'
Better start praying, spiritual soul (Yeah)
God made these n*ggas so swag stealin', gettin' corny n*gga, gettin' old