ROTMG lyrics

[Verse 1: Dæmon]
Pull up to 51st, I told her, "Get in"
I had to rerock the base, now she spinnin'
Padlock on the safe and the guap in the denims
pus*y six feet in the grave, now she got me repentin'
Watch the way that you talkin' but I ain't takin' you serious
Shakin' her off me, she clingy, I'm ghost, now she furious
She freaky, she meant it, that's when I found out she bicurious
She sat in the leather interior, found out I'm luxurious
Y'all some sucka's, I can't focus on you anyways
'Cause in this life you could get money way too many ways
I see she focused on the paper like she supposed to be
I had to expose you n*ggas to the reality

[Verse 2: Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair]
Pedal to the metal, baby high off the ketamine
G force on bust down, baby girl f*ck in the palace
She keep a bankroll for the morning, she gon' score more than Curry Steph
Cuttin' corners, bakin' soda with only four grams of coke
Like c'mere, I'm livin', let me show you how to get it like I should, b*tch
On my momma, you hoes pop tryin' to f*ck with my little sister
She a red bottom, heel steppin', pasta whippin', Cinderella
Acapella rockafeller, go kick rocks in these Margielas

[Verse 3: HR Moni]
Crack a n*gga sh*t like that n*gga Adesanya
Countin' commas in the fortress, all this money all around us
In the ocean, b*tch, I'm floatin', and this smoke is real potent
We ain't ever fallin' off, b*tch, I know these n*ggas hopin'
Me and my n*ggas a dyin' breed
Focus in and you can see
I'mma up the lemon squeeze, I'mma make her pus*y bleed
Housepett got the ketamine
Moni got the 'phetamines
Double got the ecstasy
Tell me what you really need
Tell me what you really want
[Verse 4: HR Double]
Yeah, I know she want the coke
So I'mma send her ass an 8 ball and I'mma get the f*ck on
Me and Moni on a blade, we kickin' sh*t off to your hoe
I chase her down in red bottoms 'cause I know this is what you want
If she don't want that then I got another route that she could go
Shake yo' ass for some cash and do it fast and not slow
I can tell the way she shake it she could damn near be a pro
All this potion in my body, how the f*ck could I go wrong?
How the f*ck you lit a swisher in the session, boy, get on
Boy, you know you really wrong
Boy, you know you really wrong

[Verse 5: Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair]
Baby on top, strawberry mochi, make it pop and pivot
Keep a Glock on me for you, pus*yclats tryna plot submission
Baby body bangin' like them bangers, claim she choppasexual
pus*y rose gold pink like iPhone 10
Them hoes ugly as sh*t, b*tch

[Verse 6: HR Moni]
New shoes you just bought, they ugly as sh*t
Tryna put some new VVS' on a skinny wrist
Why the f*ck you keep feeding that skinny ass b*tch?
She ain't really 'bout it, she just walk on the weekends and sh*t
You ain't really really 'bout it, you misleadin' the b*tch
Shawty f*ck with me 'cause you be out here beatin' the b*tch
Flip the script, pus*y n*gga, I been doperunnin'
Standin' in the kitchen with the wave and the stove runnin'