"Sativa On The Rooftop" lyrics
Happy sativa on the rooftop, uh
Remove the roof from the coupe top, uh
Couple f- in a few shots, uh
Somebody bitch gettin' they boost
Knock, knock, knock, knock, yeah, rooftop, uh
Remove the roof from the coupe top, uh
Rosé in a few shots
Come on, somebody bitch gettin' they-, huh
Remind them haters
Grammy nominated, mom, I made it
Motherfuck the devil, bitch, Amadeus
Super Bowl out in Vegas, roulette at the highest table
They know who the vibration, keep it fusa, annihilate this
Quarter-million on the table, half these niggas' ages
Circlin' niggas' blocks, now they circlin' niggas' faces, huh
Fishbowl in some spaces when I'm skatin', no mistakin'
Gunna the one, ain't no debating
Gimme the rock, Kobe waiting
R.I.P. to the greatest Big Dot
Gunna what's created, it'll be deafening to my kids cry
That's the rules we live by
Blood, sweat and tears, shout out to Papi fighting another homicide
After all these years they want him to rot
Homies making dua, keep making salat
One on the top, put one on your top
Keep running your chop, we put them in
Chop chop
Rectangle, put him in box
Bag the bitch, put her in Fox
Make sure everything bust
Tell them hoes this could've been us
Could've been
Rosé sativa, couple homies and some divas
Lemon drop margaritas
Put it all on a Visa, yeah
Better know how to treat her, come on
Shawty give him good fish, Chanel to the sneakers
I just give him LV, Pharrell on Adidas
Shawty back around 'cause her hubby was a cheater
And that marriage ain't completed, hoping the streets never eat her
No apologetic when you end up on Reddit
Niggas tellin' on every record, giving the Lord they confessions
Got them stretched and ready to wreck
'M runnin' around with a few weapons
Better keep your mouth shut, they pressin'
They sit you down with a few questions
Spinnin' it all on that necklace front
For them hoes tryna impress him
But as soon as that bankroll get low
Them bitches be on to the next one
We don't throw it, we tuck him
You know the tough times to test him
Before I throw it, the strippers I'd rather tuck and invest him
Get it gone, I'ma bless him
Make sure they home so they catch him
Chiropractor, we stretch him
I got a homie to chef him
Fuck your homie, we check him
K with a kick like D Beckham
Homie sick that she left him
He wasn't shit when she met him
Tried to look out, I fed him
Gave him bowls, they kept him
It hurt worse when you cut him
None of this shit don't impress him
All this shit to Celeste
Get my sleep when I'm resting
Some of the deepest depression
Still I keep it refreshing
Rosé sativa, couple homies and some divas
Lemon drop margaritas
Put it all on a Visa, yeah
Better know how to treat her, come on
Shawty give him good fish, Chanel to the sneakers
I just give him LV, Pharrell on Adidas
Shawty back around 'cause her hubby was a cheater
And that marriage ain't completed, hoping the streets never eat her
Remove the roof from the coupe top, uh
Couple f- in a few shots, uh
Somebody bitch gettin' they boost
Knock, knock, knock, knock, yeah, rooftop, uh
Remove the roof from the coupe top, uh
Rosé in a few shots
Come on, somebody bitch gettin' they-, huh
Remind them haters
Grammy nominated, mom, I made it
Motherfuck the devil, bitch, Amadeus
Super Bowl out in Vegas, roulette at the highest table
They know who the vibration, keep it fusa, annihilate this
Quarter-million on the table, half these niggas' ages
Circlin' niggas' blocks, now they circlin' niggas' faces, huh
Fishbowl in some spaces when I'm skatin', no mistakin'
Gunna the one, ain't no debating
Gimme the rock, Kobe waiting
R.I.P. to the greatest Big Dot
Gunna what's created, it'll be deafening to my kids cry
That's the rules we live by
Blood, sweat and tears, shout out to Papi fighting another homicide
After all these years they want him to rot
Homies making dua, keep making salat
One on the top, put one on your top
Keep running your chop, we put them in
Chop chop
Rectangle, put him in box
Bag the bitch, put her in Fox
Make sure everything bust
Tell them hoes this could've been us
Could've been
Rosé sativa, couple homies and some divas
Lemon drop margaritas
Put it all on a Visa, yeah
Better know how to treat her, come on
Shawty give him good fish, Chanel to the sneakers
I just give him LV, Pharrell on Adidas
Shawty back around 'cause her hubby was a cheater
And that marriage ain't completed, hoping the streets never eat her
No apologetic when you end up on Reddit
Niggas tellin' on every record, giving the Lord they confessions
Got them stretched and ready to wreck
'M runnin' around with a few weapons
Better keep your mouth shut, they pressin'
They sit you down with a few questions
Spinnin' it all on that necklace front
For them hoes tryna impress him
But as soon as that bankroll get low
Them bitches be on to the next one
We don't throw it, we tuck him
You know the tough times to test him
Before I throw it, the strippers I'd rather tuck and invest him
Get it gone, I'ma bless him
Make sure they home so they catch him
Chiropractor, we stretch him
I got a homie to chef him
Fuck your homie, we check him
K with a kick like D Beckham
Homie sick that she left him
He wasn't shit when she met him
Tried to look out, I fed him
Gave him bowls, they kept him
It hurt worse when you cut him
None of this shit don't impress him
All this shit to Celeste
Get my sleep when I'm resting
Some of the deepest depression
Still I keep it refreshing
Rosé sativa, couple homies and some divas
Lemon drop margaritas
Put it all on a Visa, yeah
Better know how to treat her, come on
Shawty give him good fish, Chanel to the sneakers
I just give him LV, Pharrell on Adidas
Shawty back around 'cause her hubby was a cheater
And that marriage ain't completed, hoping the streets never eat her
