Roster lyrics

Yo, Skrt
Run up get done up this ain't no game (jheez)
Look, ouu, ouu, yeah

[Verse 1: Fire Octagon]
Poppin' a Perc, goin' to space
Poppin' a Perc, goin' to space
b*tch, give me some space
b*tch, I'ma nut on yo face

So much shots and clips You would think we need an Oscar
[?] [?] Doesn't f*ck with people in foster

[Verse 2: Yung Webz]
My teacher's name is
Mr Mothaf*ckin' foster
Pull up in the box skrrt
You know my whip is faster

Smokin' on that dank like a rasta
b*tches think you're sus' like the imposta'
We stackin' cheese like lasagna
Yo b*tch heard my name and you lost her
Add her to my roster
Too much sauce like pasta
Too much sauce oh no (oh no)
Where'd the b*tches go (where?)
Oh sh*t, you came b*tch

[Verse 3: Fire Octagon]
And we got the fire, like it's butane b*tch
You a small fry (jeez)
And we sippin' Black Fly
And you think I'm a bad guy (What?)
It's cause I'm a bad guy
And I keep it mad fly
I got bread, like mad rye (Goddamn)

[Verse 4: Fire Octagon]
Yo, you rollin' the dice
(f*ck with us, losing your life)
We pull up, you die
(We pull up you die, yeah)

I am the sh*t like a diaper (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I took your b*tch and I pipe (bang) her (bang)

We pull up you die
We shoot you with fire
I'm finna pull up, and
You gon' get shot (Bow bow bow bow)
[Verse 4: Fire Octagon]
Ridin' around with my Glock
Ridin' around with the mop
Feel like a janitor I got the mopstick
You gon' get popped quick
You call the cops quick
Thats just some nonsense
Do it like all day

Do it like all night
I just might pull up to the mothaf*ckin' block fight
You is a b*tch
You ain't even know how to hold a f*ckin' Glock right

Your b*tch give dome
Your b*tch give head
I'm in your home
I'm in your bed