"Roof Freestyle!" lyrics

(Ah, pew)
(You gotta mf feel this shit boy!)

I got the blick in the cockpit, these 5 dollar bills fit in my pockets
100 stacks be all in my wallet, this year I'm taking off just like a rocket
These is balenci's you got off-brand, feel like Comethazine I'm at your mans, I'm off the wall I'm not talking no vans
I keep the blick and the mic in my hand
Brand new Audi with stars on the roof
I got a vest on its bulletproof
He say he better that boy is a goof
In the droptop and it got a sunroof
(Uh, Pew) Bro got that blick
Walk down with the drip and the ice like Goon wick, sauce, water, uh, drip, feeling like splurge the way I'm dropping hits

I took his stuff and he won't get it back
I stay with my brother like Devin & Mac, I'm slimey
You know if he run he get whacked, he say that he solid that boy is a rat
I took his stuff and he won't get it back
I stay with my brother like Devin & Mac
I'm slimey, you know if he run he get whacked
He say that he solid that boy is a rat
I'm rocking that Dolce Gabbana

I came through the roof like I'm Santa
I poured up a four of that wok in the fanta
All of y'all know I'm the real Santana
I'm rocking that Dolce Gabbana
I came through the roof like I'm Santa
I poured up a four of that wok in the fanta
All of y'all know I'm the real Santana
Two twin Glocks, finna chase his mans

Me and my bro a duo just like Win
Shawty I don't want you I'm not your friend I'm with my bro 10k hey benn
Just like FlyGuy they calling me ruthless trapping off cartoon network like I'm rufus, [?], feeling like Taz the way that I'm movin!
(Oowoo!)