Still Got That Rock

Nigga I'll be hard on a hoe 'cause a bitch ain't shit

And every hoe I done f**ked done sucked my dick

I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss

I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss

It's Dedication 5 medication high

I got to clean up after these niggas cause they be wasting time

And boy my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line

I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines

It's Tunechi

I go hard I put in work

Twin clocks the gift and the curse

Dirty money no footprints in dirt

We geeked up the revenge of the nerds

I swear play with these niggas that's that shit I don't do

As long as money talks I got someone to talk to

Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food

I got the power but a short fuse let's go

I can't trust my iPhone I think Siri the feds

You know snitches get stitches nigga needle and thread

You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs

Pretty please don't kill my vibe I ain't too proud to beg

Alright f**king right shoot you up at the light

Straight take all your possessions call that shit poltergeist

And my homie he a sniper we call him Wesley Snipes

I call my bitch Plain Jane cause she catch nut like a flight

I'm on a mission to get movie money stick to the script

Your bitch leaking information I just follow the drip

Soon as I get that coupe I'ma go get the rims

Toss the keys to my homie tell that nigga it's his

I feel like he-man when I'm in your hoe

You tell that bitch give me my space like a telescope

In her throat like the cola my system solar

I'm too young to die sober your man a cobra

Watch that nigga let's go

Boy my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches

But I can't trust none of them bitches though like magicians

Straight blowing money fast I'ma get a ticket

Soon as I get off paper I'ma smack a nigga

No broken mirrors I can't see myself broke

Right back pocket flag redder than a velvet rope

Never say never she might do her friend you never know

Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes

I swear to god I put in work

I'm on them shrooms my goons on alert

I spit these bars this a universe

You better duck like Dooney Bourke

I'm telling you shot out Turk it's Hot Boys bitch the block is hot

If I ain't have the keys to success I would have picked the lock

Diarrhea shit don't stop until I f**k a casket drop

Still got that crack maybe one day I'ma pass the rock

Tunechi

Dedication 5

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