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stanwill - rock lee lyrics

[intro]
(depo made this b+tch)

[verse 1: t bone]
the bl!ck with me on the plane, i feel like i’m shay
don’t f+ck with these rap n+ggas, i feel like i’m ye
i’m only out there for the plug when i’m in the bay
i’m only out here for my slimes when i’m in the a
i be tryna slime these hoes, you be tryna lay
was tryna hit her with the fully, but he got away
can get a n+gga stepped on, i ain’t gotta pay
ain’t got no type with these b+tches, i feel like i’m swae

[verse 2: stanwill]
i’m tryna stuff your lil’ ho, treat her like my safe
i’m tryna smoke my favorite opp, treat him like my a
arp with the drum, this b+tch got some bass
talkin’ crunchy iced up, i’m a frosted flake
ain’t in the stu’ with your ho, but we made a tape
n+ggas still savin’ hoes, need to hang his cape
smackin’ hats, that’s how lil’ brodie gained his rank
we got heavy sh+t, we get the low, be done came with tanks

[verse 3: t bone]
the opps tryna get even ’cause we smokin’ stephen
unc’ said he made a half a ticket sellin’ blow in cleveland
it’s just somethin’ ’bout that ‘za got a n+gga fiendin’
that wockhardt in my pop, see a n+gga leanin’
jump out a truck on your block like i’m here for cleanin’
i don’t like to go to sleep, i be seein’ demons
i save my money, i ain’t givin’ hoes sh+t but p+n+s
i got an opp up in the room, he said he seen us
[verse 4: stanwill]
with a b+tch named serena, got my racks in venus
all this christian in my closet, you would think i’m jesus
whippin’ foreign with a foreign, she ain’t got no visas
flip a n+gga for that dough, treat the opps like pizzas
drac’ with the dot, you would think they squash beef
i’m in saks coppin’ drip, never cop plea
i’d beat a n+gga like i’m rock lee
me, my motherf+ckin’ self and i, that’s the top three

[verse 5: t bone]
i’ll shoot a n+gga face off with an arp
the b+tch sell my gu an amg
the gang pull up in all foreigns like we amp
you want smoke? then i’ma turn you to a can of t++th

[verse 6: stanwill]
pop an opp on camera, play it back in slow motion
when brodie hold his wrist up, the b+tches go votin’
all this water in my kit, i left his ho soakin’
i’ll throw that b+tch a hundred ars i see bro open

[outro: stanwill]
b+tch, dog sh+t militia

- stanwill lyrics

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