D-Rock, D-Rock, bitchHow bout a wife and take her?Had to creep through the night in the spaceshipWe was runnin' outside from the Jake'sNow I put a lot of ice in her faceKeep a lot of shooters in the cut cutAnd I got a ride with a tug-ofGet 100 racks on my brotherHow bout a check on myUhAnd I got the whole hood on goldLook at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on frogStunnin' it, stunnin' it, stunnin' itDrip, drip down to my toesStill pull up in a Rolls, RollsGot a Ferrari when I drive through the hillAll of my n****s outside for realI'm about to s***, die realIt's a lot of fake n****s, I'ma die realI be hangin' outside with gorillasLost my dog when I die with my n****sRather be flyin' than riddleAnd if the opps wanna slide, get hit upI'm in the game for the dirty, dirtyMy right hand keep a 30 clipI done did some time with the murderersI ain't gotta shine on purposePlot him every time I put outTrap house lookin' like a cookoutHe creepin' up, get a red dotHeadshotI'm about to wipe and take himHad to creep through the night in a spaceshipWe was runnin' outside from the JakeNow I put a lot of ice in the faceKeep a lot of shooters in the cut-cutAnd I got a ride with a tug-upGave her the rest of my brotherPop out the check, I'maAnd I got the whole hood on goldLook at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on frogStunnin' it, stunnin' it, stunnin' itDip, dip, down to my toesStill pullin' up in the rose, roseKept a slingshot on 80Cherry wood in all my whipsDo it big, that labelCreated, but stay hood richThat's how we lace itGet money, stay breakableAt the top of here, another shootoutWith a hundred mil, we waitin'Chanel bag, jurors be hundred or moreAnd I got my whole hood on goldBird call, I hit a lacer, then gotBird call, I hit a lacer, then gotI got a white, been takin'Had to clean through the night in the spaceshipWe was runnin' outside from the JakesNow I put a lot of ice in the faceKeep a lot of shooters in the cut-cutAnd I got a ride with a tug-upGave her the rest of my brotherPop out the check, I'maAnd I got the whole hood on goldLook at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on frogStunnin' it, stunnin' it, stunnin' itDip, dip, down to my toesStill pullin' up in the rose, roseStunnin' it, stunnin' it, stunnin' itStunnin' it, bulletproof, callin' itChrome hot, bust downI wear it underhandSpent a couple hundred bandsThat was just for the bandPut the dirt in a hundred grandUp in the laundry bagBought the poppin' on the sandBought the smoke a hundred gramsI'ma be who I amYou are not what I amLit like the light at the end of the tunnel, manBut the light just might be a train comin', manI had to spend some money to win some moneyI had the roof top downBut still had to tense up on itWe so good, I tensed up on itLil' trying to inch up on meOne more up on meRose gold lookin' like ketchup on meI like that chopper ringWith no hole in my trim on itAll red like Patrick call meRed bomb, got the lashes on meI can't even sleep tightWithout a million cash inside the mattress, homieTold bae I'm in the boothYou gon' have to play with theOn FaceTimeJust found out the president I voted forWas already dead slimI bought a wife and take herHad to creep through the night in a spaceshipWe was runnin' outside from the JakeNow I put a lot of ice in the faceKeep a lot of shooters in the cut cutAnd I got a ride with a tug upGave her the rest of my brotherHow bout a check up my f**kAnd I got the whole hood on goldAnd I got the whole hood on goldLook at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on frogStunnin' it, stunnin' it, stunnin' itDrip, drip, down to my toesStill pullin' me to Rose, RoseHula