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roach gigz - going off lyrics

[verse 1]
travel channel on the flat screen
h-lla bops trying to add me
“goomba” they asking what that mean
don’t trip i wake it up like a bad dream
yeah i get it cracking like crab legs
i’m even g-ssing on my bad days
in the home of the sideshow no drag race
i got neck 2 times like a fat face
valet trying to park my car
last night was kinda crazy dog
sipping champagne in the fast lane i should obey the law
but i’m crazy y’all i’m f-cking crazy y’all
i got bars trying to raise the bar
i’m a boy trying to raise a boy
i go hard but i’d rather just chill in my la-z-boy
no news but i’m a paperboy
you get paid and they hate you for it
but i’m grateful for it
so i floor it to the top
cause the sh-t don’t stop like a laxative
got my lab right at the crib h-ll no it’s not a mansion b-tch
that’s why you see me going hard to expand the sh-t
i love spanish chicks who smoke cannibus
and can handle this
couldn’t take this d-ck so she ran from it
that’s c-cky i’m just rambling
you can’t stop me should’ve read it on the pamphlet
philanthropist i just said it so i could rhyme it
i’m after quarters like a f-cking lineman
i want my piggy bank to break
i need bacon and it’s perfect timing i’m f-cked up like [?]
and top ramen ain’t gonna cut it
i need ribs from [?] i’m grubbing
i use to drink underage like that boy mclovin
i got a little popping gained a million cousins
i don’t f-ck with 5-0 so i feel like a muslim
they loving my clothes got the internet buzzin
i had a b-tch named rose
but i didn’t keep her though cause she was one of a dozen
i’m so high there’s no one above em
always off that sh-t that come after rubbin
alcohol f-ck clubbin
unless i’m getting paid to hit that stage
back in the day was wearing red [?] and [?]
now they throwing panties and fans try to grope me
40 even on me and i’m not talking oe
use to rock a black hoodie, pop in gold t–th
now i’m hippied out og low key
throwing up the west side cause i rep my c
pacific you b-tches
i am so distant from disses i wouldn’t p-ss on you pigeons
plus you missing your rhythm woo
all i hear is fans chanting “roachy balboa”
i’m pacing backstage godd-mn i need to throw up [?] on me
you don’t wanna see me blow up
bout time i grow up so i’m eating my spinach
handling my business
counting benz in a rented
i got a spot in l.a. and one in the bay
this game’s a f-cking b-tch but im a penetrate it
cause i need filet minion on my dinner plate
and i want nicki minaj as my dinner date
and i waited long enough i’m not for the waiting
i’m going off b-tch yeah i’m going off
i must’ve popped a v–gr- cause these other rappers going soft

[bridge] roachy roachy roachy roachy balboa (x3)

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