Homie Gang UFO - Rocc & Roll (feat. Dracco Pnf & NH Rob)

Pulling up bout it, you speak on the set
I told them watch out cause I'm coming up next
You talking bout real, do what you do on that other side boy you get kill
I'm thuggin with loc's don't be calling us gangsters
I'm rocking out shows but don't feel like I'm famous
Fucking with me, that's gone put you in danger
She left out with me I don't know what her name is (Rob)
Niggas be bogus I never did feel them
Fuck to my music she keep it a rhythm
Rob and took off so I made that a hobby
And I'm trapping through school leaving smells through the lobby
Ain't taking no fronts I'm gone get it myself
I'm really official got strips like a Ref
My gun on my right but my flag on my left
30 My clip now I feel like I'm Steph
30 My clip man I feel like a new baller
I can tell when a bitch don't want no problems
Tare his shit up, you don't get to see no doctor
Nah for real they be getting shit done
Nigga you act like you hitting shit up
Swear to God imma fill his shit up
Drink in my cup tryna finish it up, why this shit got me sleepy as fuck
Stop all that talking, know you ain't smoking exotic you flogging
Really I'm tryna plug in like a charger
Good over here I ain't stressing nobody
We tryna pull up and air this shit out for no reason
You know I get fresh as the fuck for the season
Yea I got strips like I fuck with adidas
You don't want a problem my nigga you tripping
I can't be talking to everybody
It ain't never my fault if you know bout it
Want them racks in a sack like a whole lot
You ain't taking me out
I'm a hard body and I'm doing this shit nigga none stop
Tryna find my way out that's the hard part
Fuck that nigga he talking that dumb shit
I ain't feeling that boy nigga fuck him, yea yea
Turn me up
If that's how you rolling then this how we rocking
If that's how you rolling then this how we rocking
Turn me up
If that's how you rolling then this how we rocking
Let me go, let me go
Can you point me to the nigga who telling
Or just send me the addy we mailing
Got prostitute bitches on boat yea they selling
Ain't talking bout boats when I say that they sailing
If dracc go to jail man I bet that he bailing
I pray at ya church, then I shoot up the reverend
I'm all about green like a salad, just call me a salad
Yo bitch all on me like she dressing
I hire you niggas now come do your job, aye Dracc
I think they don't really want problems
You coming through this neighborhood you gone get Rob
I think these niggas wanna see God
Like who really fucking with me
Cause I don't do shit but fuck bitches and sleep
Cannot forget I'm in love with money I love it like it banging C.R.I.P (Blue)
Turn me up
If that's how you rolling then this how we rocking
If that's how you rolling then this how we rocking
Turn me up
If that's how you rolling then this how we rocking
If that's how you rolling then this how we rocking
Rocking, rolling, rolling rocking
Rocking, rolling, rolling rocking
Rocking, rolling, rolling rocking
Rocking, rolling, rolling rocking

Written by:
Quentin Mabry

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