42 Dugg and EST Gee - Rose Gold
Fuck with me (free dem)Fuck with me (what they call you?)
Fuck with me
Call me Mr. Rose Gold (who the hell is Carlos?)
Everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that ho who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo
Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stoned
I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck
"Bae, can I bring my bitch?"
Say that pussy wet, she love me, watch her sing my shit
How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up
Forty ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up
These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us
Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck
Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck
All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched
Somebody bound to make you crazy
Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me?
I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats
I cashed out on that bitch
Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch
Drekk got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck
I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch
Call me Mr. Rose Gold, everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that ho who dick she on (yeah, yeah)
I still sell them bricks for low (yeah)
I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
2020, niggas know who killed the most
Told lil' bro they scared, we somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts
Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes
Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope
I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust
It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts
I know it's some crucial bloody brothers that hate my guts
We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts
So if it's up, then it's stuck
Rappers cappin', got they yeekies in they trunks
It's on my lap and I don't clutch
So if I up, nigga, duck
Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get bold
Like my connect fuck with them strippers, I got plugs on them poles
Call me Mr. Rose Gold, everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that hoe who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo
Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck it, Gotti, get 'em both
I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG)
Keep that shit in Memphis (why?), 'cause I be down with my nigga
If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek
All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny
Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnids
And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners
Call me Mr. Rose Gold, everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that hoe who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo
Written by:
Carlo Anthony Coxen II, Dion Hayes, George Stone III
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