TDB Tray - Rocc

I can't blame her, she want ride, this a two-seater, uh
Coupa-doopa, this the foreign, not the venger, uh

She ain't want a nigga when we was in high school
Now when she hit me, I don't even check my beeper
A hard pill, just a swallow, came a long way from a dollar
I was wearing bag of T's, still poppin' my collar

All the hoes that I was wantin', just ain't want another problem
Stupid bitch, you should've thought that man, he finna be a problem
Now when we go to the club, bitch, we buying every bottle
I don't need no fuckin' drink, that's for the bitches and my partners

And when you go to the crib, bitch, you playin' with the tolders
You can catch me out in G-Live, I'm live with the models
I'ma ride for my dawgs, I'ma ride for my partners
I'ma ride for my killers, I'ma ride for my shottas

Don't you ever say you held me down and you were always solid
Better watch the shit you say, lil' bitch, I'm clutchin' on this rocket
Out in Houston like I'm Hardin', got this strap just like I'm stockton
Ain't no talkin' when we home, just drop that dress and keep them stockings

Bro said, lets go one for one, but you hit me, you hit my partner, bitch
I was down bad, broke as fuck, aint have no pot to piss
Now You catch me out in NY takin' flicks like I play for the Knicks
Ballin' like I'm Mello, nigga, hello, have, you heard of me

Boy, a bad ass jit and doin' shit he wasn't supposed to be
And now I rip a beat and sew it back up like it's surgically
I can feel it comin', comin' for me like it's post to be
Shit just too generic to a nigga like a poke-n-bean
See me and Jay alike cause who need bitches, when you got a queen

Yeah, we had to fight, but that's alright, cause that shit made a mean

Written by:
Traveion Bryant

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