Rotel lyrics

[Intro]
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Yeah, huh, huh
Fell asleep holdin' a double cup, bro, I forgot I'm standin'
Fell asleep holdin' a double cup, bro, I forgot I'm—
(Come on, P)

[Verse]
Fell asleep holdin' a double cup, bro, I forgot I'm standin'
Spent a hundred on two tumbler cups, bought my b*tch some Stanley
Shoppin' in the store, ski'ed up, thinkin' ain't 'bout scammin'
I ain't talked to this girl in a couple months, I'm thinkin', "Should I answer?"
Huh, huh, chop talk over n*ggas, that b*tch ain't got no manners
Huh, I ain't got time for bullsh*t, that wasn't in my planners
Huh, my b*tch keep askin' me 'bout this girl like, "Did you slam her?"
Huh, I'm like that white kid that don't cheat, bae, I can't give you answers
Huh, I'm like that white kid that don't cheat, like do that sh*t yourself
Catch him out and give him hell, we whoop his ass without no bеlt
Don't tell me that you feelin' bro got shot 'cause you don't know how that fеlt
Beat the case, went back to jail, that's Cali weed, I know that smell
Got a problem muggin' a lot of n*ggas that I don't know too well
Put chips and cheese all on his head, blow his brains, now it's Rotel
Got a play for that grey wide-body, meet me at the Shell
Rob his ass, don't even sell, use that sell to buy my shell
It's so much sh*t that I did that I ain't told n*ggas
Striker 'Cat got hoes in it, blue money, that's old chicken
Huh, grab the ARP with the bag, that b*tch fold n*ggas
Bro 'nem like to troll n*ggas, catch your ass at home with it
If I'm talkin' to her in the club, she probably came home with me
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no pape', then you can't do no song with me
I want a b*tch in every state, I f*ck with the long-distance
I need a b*tch with a good-ass name, let me put these phones in it
(I want a b*tch in every state, I f*ck with the long-distance
I need a b*tch with a good-ass name, let me put these phones in it)
Yeah, b*tch
(I want a b*tch in every state, I f*ck with the long-distance
I need a b*tch with a good-ass name, let me put these phones in it)
Yeah
b*tch, b*tch
Pullin' up in all fast dudes, I know you hear me, huh
Slide the 'Cat so easy and this b*tch don't even got no power steering
Every time you listen, I'm talkin' sh*t, I know you tired of hearin' it
n*gga pull up bustin' out the whip, I bet he drive too early
Huh, just tried to chase a n*gga down, bro, it was bright and early
Huh, the Glock got a standard clip, but I still ride with 30
Beatin' her sh*t down, I'm off the Don, she said, "You tryna hurt me"
Huh, threw eight thousand in the club, I know they was tired of twerkin'
Huh, threw eight thousand in the club, I know they— yeah
Threw eight thousand in the club, they tired of shakin' ass
My n*gga got a plug on him for them Glocks, this sh*t that make 'em fast
Lately I've been spendin' all my money on sh*t that make it back
[Outro]
b*tch, yeah
Huh
It's with an X, n*gga
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that sh*t
Walk Down Gang
f*ck goin' on, n*gga?