Royce lyrics

[Intro: ABG Neal]
Uh
Let's do it
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: ABG Neal]
I'ma pull up in Rolls Royce
You get locked and sing like Prince Royce
I'm in the back of the back
Me and bro we like back to back
A matter of fact, my fiend had an asthma attack
My b*tch need to have good drip
It don't get better than that
Who's that?
At the door tryna come in my trap (b*tch)
Why you blowin' my jack?
Off the Henny feelin' biggy like Max
Rubber band on the stacks
Tell that b*tch she better relax
Blow a bag at Saks
And they think I'm a dyke with them straps

[Verse 2: Slayter]
Call me Royce, I pull up in a double R
Got a b*tch from DR that I'm f*ckin' raw
Got the work and I'm makin' it somersault
Heard my lil n*gga robbed you, it ain't my fault
And I'm f*ckin' the b*tch to some Prince Royce
di*k so good, I'll f*ck your b*tch then send her an invoice
I pop a perc and I enjoy
I flew the b*tch to PR, f*ck with the gang we send them to the ER
They hatin' but I never see y'all
And I got the pistol, spinnin' like a retard
We don't speak on sh*t that we saw
Headshots only, 'cause God wanna meet y'all
And I'm so high that I might just freefall
Say he robbed me, but I do not recall