Roc Marciano - Jaws lyrics

[Verse 1] Eat a dick b**h this is money This ain't Kid Cudi this is G sh**, gully Machine grip sixteen leave a mummy The E320 scurry quick in a hurry I'm accompanied by a bunny and comfy and not bummy n***as should run free and far from me Only god can judge me Your army is dusty, underarms musty Stop starvin' the custys You must be tryin' to bust me, kinda husky, touch me I'll just be on the Rikers Island bus seat Bust heat, nothin' sweet, suffer defeat I'm rollin' up in the suite, hoes rubbin the feet I'm somethin' to see, sunk in the V, s**er free son of a G I'm everything you wanna be Laurence Rugby's sippin' bubbly with company Say it bluntly, I was nice when Pac danced with Humpty But now they bump me out the country You could never chump me you monkey your head'll be lumpy [Hook] Riding in the Lex with that thing on deck Thinking about bread, getting head Still fill a n***a with lead, enough said I'm just a n***a from the 'Stead with a gun on the leg [Verse 2] Roll up a O, fold up the dough Pardon me no need to hold up the show Gold overcoats, Hall & Oates quotes Maneater, blam heaters four to ocho Try and play me for Joe Schmo Your flow's so-so Probably work for the po-po Shotty burst at your Volvo And not the ozone The emblem on my cuban link's like a snow-cone Blocks like clothes are sewn and it's known Angry peasants throwing stones at the throne These are ghetto poems I'm a hoodlum, you a good son I'll send you on a kush run Pies cook some, cut n***as down with the Bush gun Earn a good sum, and burn a bush son Love to goosh somethin' I'm trying to be a good m**m But n***as will leave you in the hood slumped The wood on the pump was cut About ten inches off of the front [Hook] Riding in the Lex with that thing on deck Thinking about bread, getting head Still fill a n***a with lead, enough said I'm just a n***a from the 'Stead with a gun on his leg Dump lead, you hot under the bed I got fifteen in the clip, one in the head