Roaches lyrics

[Chorus: TeeCee4800]
Thotty came through with the whole clip
How he still smokin’ on the roaches
Tally hit the b*tch with the cold stiff
Like, watch out b*tch, watchout the ghost flip
Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag
No double XL, f*ck it, my n*ggas got the mags
Drivin’ by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash
Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday n*ggas waitin’ for the crash

[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
I’m takin’ too many risks
Pump fake hit the block with the tool and the sh*t
Got to spend it fast, get it back, double Jack
Any n*gga tryin’a act like he hard up on the track
Town sh*t, that’s all I know , it’s Town sh*t
Shout out to the Bay, ay, they be on that Town sh*t
I’m just tryin’a eat good, n*gga f*ck a [?]
I’m just tryin’a stay straight, n*ggas keep scramblin’
NY hat with some fat ass chains on
I’ve been on my workout, look like I just came home
Pushin’ pull ups and some f*ckin’ [?] n*gga
Get your face just so I can sock a n*gga

[Chorus: TeeCee4800]
Thotty came through with the whole clip
How he still smokin’ on the roaches
Tally hit the b*tch with the cold stiff
Like, watch out b*tch, watchout the ghost flip
Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag
No double XL, f*ck it, my n*ggas got the mags
Drivin’ by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash
Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday n*ggas is waitin’ for the crash
[Verse 2: Ransom]
Empty out the whole clip
n*ggas know the programme
No mask so you n*ggas know it’s me
Crash out my bumper tryin’a send me back to Wayside
Makin’ spreads on my bed, runnin’ fades
Back to [?] yeah I need that
You n*ggas don’t want no gunplay
All my n*ggas shooters, I know a couple of shooters
Hoppin’ out the rental tryin’a catch another body, dome shots
Some n*ggas don’t make it
Damn b*tch, why you all up in my mouth
I need a rich ass b*tch, take di*k and don’t say sh*t
459 gettin’ tired of the same sh*t
Book a n*gga for his chain, where it’s at
[?] and the cash, some thirsty ass n*ggas
Straight lick a n*gga, assed out
[?] ass n*gga
Westside crip n*gga
[?] love you n*ggas

[Chorus: TeeCee4800]
Thotty came through with the whole clip
How he still smokin’ on the roaches
Tally hit the b*tch with the cold stiff
Like, watch out b*tch, watchout the ghost flip
Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag
No double XL, f*ck it, my n*ggas got the mags
Drivin’ by the rules, ‘cause we strapped without no stash
Say it’s Tuesday and Thursday n*ggas is waitin’ for the crash