Roody Po

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh (Let the band play) [Chorus] Most of these bitches, they ran through Half of these niggas, they Roody Po They swear that they killers, but who you shoot? They really nobody, who is you? Finna teach me a nigga, no classroom Droppin' shit everywhere, where the bathroom? Pushin' gas, you can tell by the damn fumes Extra horsepower, hear when the motor vroom [Verse 1] Ain't none of this shit new, I been that Been had it jumpin' like, "Who doin' jumpin' jacks?" I got a check and I flood the hood with the pack Invest every dollar, but I made likе triple back Fucked the ho oncе but she tryna come double back Observation on the pack like a quarterback I'm a linebacker, I'm tryna chase down a sack Drop a sixteen, went platinum, didn't make a track Thousand 'bows on the road, hope they make 'em back Rich off chronic, they wanted an aftermath Fly than a bitch, sellin' dope like a beauty page' I put this switch on a pussy nigga bitch ass I'm not a white boy, fuck all the riff-raff Fuck on your BM, left that boy big mad Came in the game with a motherfuckin' big bag Cup full of mud, put me where the halls at [Chorus] Most of these bitches, they ran through Half of these niggas, they Roody Po They swear that they killers, but who you shoot? They really nobody, who is you? Finna teach me a nigga, no classroom Droppin' shit everywhere, where the bathroom? Pushin' gas, you can tell by the damn fumes Extra horsepower, hear when the motor vroom [Verse 2] Swerve in the parking lot, pull up inside the coupe Got the kid lookin' at my car like, "Oh my gosh" Infrared beam on the chop', he got chickenpox Call him my brother, we jugg from the sandbox Home runnin' bitches like we on Sandlot Only thing that ain't change is money, we still on the same block Ride with the opps, you get killed with the same Glock This some new money, this ain't even the same knot I just got richer, lil' bitch, I'm the same guy Chasin' the money, give a fuck 'bout the fame now I put my all in this shit, I want it all out Put me inside the game, coach, I'ma ball out On the road to success, had to leave niggas Niggas switched up on me, I couldn't believe niggas Applyin' that pressure make it hard to breathe, nigga Fuck everybody, wear my heart on my sleeve [Chorus] Most of these bitches, they ran through Half of these niggas, they Roody Po They swear that they killers, but who you shoot? They really nobody, who is you? Finna teach me a nigga, no classroom Droppin' shit everywhere, where the bathroom? Pushin' gas, you can tell by the damn fumes Extra horsepower, hear when the motor vroom