andy the chef - rocks lyrics
[intro]
i just got some bread what i’m finna cop
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
[hook]
i just got some bread what i’m finna cop
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks yeah
[verse 1]
i just got some money in my pocket
now my wrist goin so obnoxious
you ain’t on nothin n+gga stop it
you ain’t doin nothing for the profit
she ride the c+ckpit like she learned to be a pilot
girl don’t trip we gon keep it all private
she wanna leave the club but her friends say she wildin
i don’t give a f+ck what your friends think about it
now i’m heatin up like it’s propane n+gga
they addicted to my sound like it’s cocaine n+gga
rollin and controllin like i’m locane n+gga
and i’m bout to bankroll like the whole thing n+gga
how’d you get so drippy where is your stylist
rollin’ through the city in the low mileage
underground but i make it happen for the kid
so i told my jeweler go and put a baguette on the wrist
[hook]
i just got some bread what i’m finna cop
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
told the bartender put my wrist up on the rocks
[verse 2]
chef gon get the last word
don’t get it twisted backwards
thinkin that i’m slackin’
i never been a slacker
do it for my fam and them
like raven with the backsters
call the chiropractor
the city on my back hurt
because the game to fame ain’t changin me
it’s plain to see i play it cool
it ain’t even phasing me
keep it a bean i been that dude
you softer than some baby food
and that’s so undebatable
me and you we not the same
like not even relatable
it’s crazy to your lady boo
just face it dude she playing you
choosing me cause i’m here looking drippy chicken noodle soup
you couldn’t play in my division
now i’m out of pocket with it
didn’t have a pot to p+ss in
made it out the projects
listen y’all go fake flexing
i’m really bout that bag work
can’t catch up i’m fast blessing beats like i’m a pastor
on the same page but we in a different chapter
i’m just spitting facts sir
i hit it then i’m casper
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