Lyrics

[Hook: P-Dice] Scrolling big loud, yeah, we blowing stank yo Living big now, I do what you can't yo I keep loot around, yeah, you know them bankrolls All these shooters 'round, fuck I need a bank for? Damn, that's so much cash to count right now I'm staring at your bitch like damn That's so much ass to bounce They got so much shit to say I slap that dope back on your strip And I got so much clips to spray [Verse 1: P-Dice] Blowing up my phone, fuck you want? Said that Dicey broke, fuck you thought? Shooters with me cocking, blaow, I'm blowing fifties out the pound My flow is icky, ask your child Only deal with heavy dough, I'm holding chickens, yeah, you know You need a wing, then, let me know Only think of dough first, yeah, I'm gon' slide with your ho But, I got chips to go first Said she heard that I'ma slay it, I get crazy when I fuck her Bite her neck and suck her blood What the fuck be on my mind? Damn, I don't know man All I know I gives 'em fire every time [Hook] [Verse 2: Rari Rock] I'm trapping, I'm stacking, these niggas is napping Count on my niggas, we making it happen El Capatan, Dice is the captain These niggas is hating and my niggas laughing Getting this money, nothing between Better than me? That's up in your dreams Still with them shooters that's clutching them beams Dirt got the loud, my cup full of lean They think they fucking with the squad but they can't though Balling so hard on him, broke his ankles They call me Rari Rock, please stay up in your lane yo I keep a hitta, he will make a nigga clank yo Fucking your bitch, I be wearing her out, tearing her out Real trap niggas never hear of a drought Blowing on this dope, I be clearing it out Pyurhell gang, what you hearing about? Pyurhell gang, what you hearing about? Rolling off a flat, bring the animal out, squad [Hook]