Rozay Flow 3 lyrics

[Produced by Mr Incredible]

[Verse 1]
Bel Air with the fellas and the bosses of bullsh*t
Yeah my life a scary movie, you just Officer Doofy
Slide up on his ass in traffic, then it’s off with his coochie
Again my life a motion picture, call it bullsh*t the movie
Starring b*tches and gangsters
17 in the clip, one in the chamber
I just bought hella guns cause these goofies is dangerous
Folks with me on the run so right now he nameless
n*ggas b*tches, straight snitches, saying names, point fingers
Insane, when I’m coming out the cut, point ninas
I remember being 17 in bellys and beamers
Old n*ggas f*cked up, talking bout they was stealers
I remember triple beams, cocaine, and tina
I remember bad dreams from bad things I’ve done
On Instagram flexing, now he can’t make bond
This sh*t don’t make sense fam, what the f*ck they thought
These n*ggas hustling backwards
We giving busters caskets
My n*ggas hustle addicts
Dirty money bast*rds
Come from section 8, now I’m straight on TV and sh*t
n*ggas studying the god, tryna be me and sh*t
Phone call this n*gga’s b*tch, she got obedient hit
Told my rockaby baby, AG it’s a hit
I don’t need these n*ggas b*tch, I’m as G as it gets
Your B on my D, D as in di*k
Your new b*tch old, previous sh*t
When my b*tch come with me, we gon’ leave with a b*tch
Po pimpin’ imposter
Pistol whip a pus*y boy for disrespecting a mobster
C’est la vie, this no fiction
Got your b*tch in my iPhone, she a video vixen