Rocky Road

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, huh, huh (Hokatiwi) Dirt path, now I'm icier than— Took the dirt path, now I'm icier than— bitch Huh [Chorus] Took the dirt path, now I'm icier than Rocky Road You would think this bitch Afghanistan, the weapons ahki tote Mirror tint the buffies, I can't see you through the zotti smoke She don't cabesos, tell her bow out and it's adios That money got your back, your bitch'd probably go Just punched a Russian rifle, this ain't Rocky IV It don't matter what I got 'cause I need more Tryna pick which ho to fuck like eenie, meenie, miney, mo My opps don't do no steppin', must got tiny toes Tryna play the middle, he don't know what side he on Somewhere chasin' money, that's what I be on Bet you if I ever show my hand, them niggas probably fold [Verse 1] Ridin' through my city, I got switchy with me With a nigga Pooh off honey packs, you thinkin' Winnie with me Never seen an ugly dollar, Rollie cost a pretty penny Pendant like a chandelier, these bitches sayin', "Get me litty" Shotted on her back, you'd think the bitch was Ricky Quick to up the Aubrey Graham, I ever feel like shit get sticky Mike Amiri pockets full of shit, you know my pendant pissy Money on the floor, I'm spinnin' bitches, leavin' women dizzy I let chicken fly, these niggas penny pinch Could never make the honor role 'cause all this Fendi shit All these hoes be goin', can't cuff any bitch Get the toilet paper, 'bout to show niggas who really shittin' Get some curtains, 'bout to show niggas who really lit Shoot him with these 7.6s on some Philly shit Ain't no VVs in that bezel, that's a dilly wrist She like, "Boy, you goated, what's your name?" I told her, "Billy, bitch" You'd think we sick of money how we throw it up I don't need no GPS, the only way I go is up Everybody ski with bully pendants, boy, you know it's us Ever try to go against me, I'ma leave you O and 1 With some shit so picky, I think I'm the chosen one She like, "School me in the AMG", I never rode in one Why he havin' all that fun and he got the lowest funds? Never seen him pop a pimple, I know he won't blow his gun [Chorus] Took the dirt path, now I'm icier than Rocky Road You would think this bitch Afghanistan, the weapons ahki tote Mirror tint the buffies, I can't see you through the zotti smoke She don't cabesos, tell her bow out and it's adios That money got your back, your bitch'd probably go Just punched a Russian rifle, this ain't Rocky IV It don't matter what I got 'cause I need more Tryna pick which ho to fuck like eenie, meenie, miney, mo My opps don't do no steppin', must got tiny toes Tryna play the middle, he don't know what side he on Somewhere chasin' money, that's what I be on Bet you if I ever show my hand, them niggas probably fold