PARTY ROCCIN

(альбом: Trap Art II - 2022)

You now rocking with Nata

Hoe you like it like that, well I like it like this, yea fuck me like that
Nasty
Daddy fuck you so good, don't you act saddity hoe, bring yo ass to the hood

A cuz I think we roccin, South Side back to North Stockton
And you better run fast, cuz I'm back, back on yo ass

You can look me in yo eyes, bitch, I got murder on my mind
Where my cash at? All you do is waste a nigga time
I'm a lab rat chemist in yo mouth just like a dentist
I'm from Stockton California where the kids do the killing foreal
Watch my mf back, he creep from behind, blow the nigga face off yea
Real mf Gz go bust, if you fuck wit us, get yo load fuckin ate up

A cuz I think we roccin, South Side back to North Stockton
And you better run fast, cuz I'm back, back on yo ass

Still riding wit my pole, I don't need a gang nigga
Mr. Change ya life, I ain't never change
Mr. Blue Dragon, but I still bang nigga
Rise to occasion when I come thru
Fuck you think I'm gone do?
When des bullets get to flying, yo popa, yo moma go cry
Fell victim to homicide, I ont kno why des niggas try
Two more bottles, she pop it, I'm go blast her
Better let me fuck, she don't, I'm go pass her

Nasty
Hoe you like it like that, well I like it like this, yea fuck me like that
Nasty
Daddy fuck you so good, don't you act saddity hoe, bring yo ass to the hood
Savage
I blow a nigga dome, quick to pick up the glicky and get this mf party roccin

Nigga, this the mf west coast, know you pussy niggas hating
Put a bullet in yo casket, nigga, for all you rappers
Hold nigga, I don't play no games, this ain't mf day care
You can't stay here, get yo clothes, you can't lay here

A cuz I think we roccin, South Side back to North Stockton
And you better run fast, cuz I'm back, back on yo ass
A cuz I think we roccin, South Side back to North Stockton
And you better run fast, cuz I'm back, back on yo ass

I can paint a perfect picture vividly rapping about my past
Rap niggas think they gangsta writing checks that they can't cash
I'm a stand on it nigga, don't put yo hands on me nigga
Took a stand on yo nigga and place yo hands on yo bitch
What type of gangsta shit is this acting like gangsta don't exist
I'm the king of my section, you can't even say that shit
Yo whole clique full of cupcakes, yo feelings you be in
Real nigga, I am tot triggers I can, but I rather hit the block and tell my niggas my plan
I'm politican wit da opposition, pillow talking, walk up wit a bad intention
I can see da fucking future, wicked, like I'm telepathic you just cotton picken
Mark Zuckerberg killa mocking bird tweeting my nuts on my Twitter hood
Check out my statistic, I'm witness wit ballistic
Judge me by my pigment dis ridiculous, ain't it ignited
Ik that you dig it just submitted it you's a critic
My flava delicious, I don't belong in these trenches
Living like a gangsta, ya'll niggas is wanstas
Look in my eyes, pray to da god you won die nigga
Even if you writing poetry, you ain't ass cold ass me
Open up yo mind like a closet and look inside

Nasty
Hoe you like it like that, well I like it like this, yea fuck me like that
Nasty
Daddy fuck you so good, don't you act saddity hoe, bring yo ass to the hood
Savage
I blow a nigga dome, quick to pick up the glicky and get this mf party roccin

A cuz I think we roccin, South Side back to North Stockton
And you better run fast, cuz I'm back, back on yo ass
A cuz I think we roccin, South Side back to North Stockton
And you better run fast, cuz I'm back, back on yo ass