Roscoe Dash 2.0 - USTA / KikIt lyrics

(Hook) I remember way back when I used to turn up by myself Now we done came a long way Look at everybody else All they wanna do is turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up All they wanna do is turn up Turn up, turn up, turn up All they wanna do is… (Verse 1) I feel like ridin through the city with my top back Bad b**h on my head like a top hat Reminiscin on the money I ain't got yet k** the pain, never gon see me, gotta count that Whatever I want, at whatever time Or just a hell of dream for a hell of a wife For one hell of a blunt I got my head over high I want a pair for that chick with her hands high I smoke one hell of a blunt to get my hell of a high Got a billion texts and know that I'm a good driver My ex-b**h keep textin, I never replied Because I went back where she start my n***a without me I snuck up in the club like I know somebody I could bought a hotel, even own a lobby Got so many women I got hoes somebody And get paid every day like they owe somebody If you got what it takes better show somebody sh**, what's the deal, what's the word That n***a Scoe say he ain't doin hooks no more Mau'f**er didn't heard That n***a got dope bars on deck No charge, A1, no flaws Man that n***a go hard as a motherf**er On God, take pause (Hook) (Verse 2) Look I'mma get money til the casket drop Yall thought a n***a quit cus I had to stop I have too much weight, they just have to cop it And I make some new sh**, I just have to drop Like cut my cheque's like I had a top Cus a n***a done been there You was watchin me, I'm turnin for yo mom's girl That's why you blind over 2 nails Let me throw a competition on politician A bearing fact that yall cost efficient I don't answer the phone if a cop is missin So that sh** is 911 permission I need a window and a pot to piss in I need MJ and Scottie Pippen And all that help but it still won't help n***a k** yourself but you watch the news And n***as try to overlook what they don't understand But really other b**hes turn me out of hand And I got so many hits that this b**h wanna say Who wanna catch me? Now enough of that And it's a n***a really know song for real Yea they know it yeah Cus I'm really better that's all And a little bit of that hoe (Hook) (Verse 3) I don't really be standing I All the time And get to this money that's on my line I said I'm way too, oh never fall behind And that's the same for you and the n***as fall in line This rap sh** can be so much game It's like a vacation, the n***as think you down Some b**h n***as get a glimpse of shinin Start runnin round screamin that we world is my sh** That ain't yo line b**h I get dough in there Extra fair so stay on top of my sh** Musically I still used to be where I used to be But I got tired, I'm over that sh** You n***as should be proud of losin' I'm tired of cruising I wanna drive off in that sh** Yo b**h won't slide off of my dick She love it, uhm I says much a** You love my style but you're stuck at me She stuck to me, I'mma bounce back To go where she want when she want Transportation, translation, amputation f** cutting, f** something Our squad is the n***a city, can't come, you never see when I kick it… (Verse 4) I'ma in 300 million show And these flocks just screaming go.. I smoke green, see green I go Not to wet it with the green I know I saw it all across the globe Get 100 thousand a show (money!) Took off all that sh** I owe Put off all that sh** you owe Never mind that sh** cuz it's right back Been flexin all on yo b**h a** I just got a new necklace And a watch with my wings a** My girl kissed her girlfriend on the mouth What a sick a**, you know my s** drivin She don't never ever ever ever ever wanna get my game bad I'm Sinbad, no I sin bad But every day I got 10 swag k** these motherf**ers like Bin Laden Flow on fire like 10 dragons She called to the game, yall been laggin I guess that's what they mad for I always knew we was number 1 but just really don't like the press So I just kick it…