Jet Rogers - Frobe (feat. Ducey Gold)

Fuck that talkin', I gotta go harder
Tunnel vision, I gotta move smarter
Told the truth, ain't no way I get caught up
She want a bag and , I want what she offer
Like a nice bitch, but love me a bopper
Smoking too good that shit got me proper
Flex that chain, yeah, his shit looking copper

Drink too good, it came straight from the doctor whip a big body, love how I start up
Love a vibe, I'm a invest in her start up
Gotta remember this shit ain't no luck
Stay in motion, ain't no sittin' duck
Out in Vegas, hotbox in the truck
Up in Nobu, hot dishes for lunch
Smokin' dispo, that shit got a uppercut
Ain't no back n forth really be one and done
Don't be fooled yeah , I'm not one of them
Ricky Docs, I'm not rockin' no Timbs
Here's a plot, yeah, I'm finna win
That's your bitch, yeah, I'm finna swim
Took a few sips, now I'm goin' back in

Took a few sips, now I'm goin' back in
Yeah, yeah, I'm back in that mode
With the gang and we stuck to the code
With the gang and we up in the score
She's tryna fuck and you know that's a no
Yeah, yeah, I'm back, I'ma go
Get in touch when I'm back in that zone
In the amazement, they screamin',
They moshin', to my shit
We movin' like we ain't got options
Lovin' the road and I don't see it stoppin'
Lovin' the road and I don't see it stoppin
We at the top, no one closer to the mountain
I dive in that bitch
She wet like a fountain
I'm lovin' my life and I'm facin' these challenges
I'm lovin' my life and I'm facin' these challenge

Fuck that talkin', I gotta go harder
Tunnel vision, I gotta move smarter
Told the truth, ain't no way I get caught up
She want a bag and , I want what she offer
Like a nice bitch, but love me a bopper
Smoking too good that shit got me proper
Flex that chain, yeah, his shit looking copper

Drink too good, it came straight from the doctor whip a big body, love how I start up
Love a vibe, I'm a invest in her start up
Gotta remember this shit ain't no luck
Stay in motion, ain't no sittin' duck
Out in Vegas, hotbox in the truck
Up in Nobu, hot dishes for lunch

More money more problems I been going harder
Jumped right off the porch
Hopped right in that water
These niggas my sons yeah I feel like they father
I'm known on the net I can slide on your daughter
I gotta move smarter I gotta get paid
These racks in my pocket not minimum wage
I'm talking to Benjamin everyday yeah
Put that shit on my son know I'm keeping my gun
556's and sticks in the trunk
Woody gone slide for a new pair of ones
Niggas talk down but i ain't fearing none
They ain't seen what I seen ain't done what I done
I'm having fun running shit like I'm trump
Me and Jet leaving outta the bank wit a ton

Fuck that talkin', I gotta go harder
Tunnel vision, I gotta move smarter
Told the truth, ain't no way I get caught up
She want a bag and , I want what she offer
Like a nice bitch, but love me a bopper
Smoking too good that shit got me proper
Flex that chain, yeah, his shit looking copper

Drink too good, it came straight from the doctor whip a big body, love how I start up
Love a vibe, I'm a invest in her start up
Gotta remember this shit ain't no luck
Stay in motion, ain't no sittin' duck
Out in Vegas, hotbox in the truck
Up in Nobu Hot Dishes for lunch

Written by:
Ducey Gold, Josiah Bonner

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