/ toochill
Lyrics:
Stress in my head, I woulda smoked him for less
If you wanna be the best, then you don't get to rest
Real life, no myth, I'm in the T with a rex
Sweet one wants sex, make her bend it like Becks
Baby girl on my right, baby nine on my left
Don't be shady cah I'm crazy and I'll ride to the death
Yeah, I rose up and rid, he sat down and confessed
When I meet with a plug, it's like the Wi-Fi connects (Look)
[Verse 2: Maroc]
Whippin' down the A3, seven deep convoy
Told my bro, "Stick to these bands don't make the wrong choice"
Used to street money, nowadays, I get an invoice
Shit's changed, now I'm seeing stars up in a Rolls Royce (Shit's changed)
As a young G shottin' to dem old boys
Then we stick 'em up, Rob Em
For their old toys (Boom)
But that's my old ways, house full of cocaine
Bricks in da boot, I used to skrr down a bus lane
[Verse 3: Rokky & Maroc]
I'm skrring in a bus lane
Whizzing round, fuck jakes (Bah)
Kidnapped an opp, had to shut him up with duct tape (I shut 'em up)
Bro don't cut shapes, he cut face, and then buss case
Take trips, first class, only time I runway
Unless I see feds, but I don't speak Anglais (I don't speak Anglais)
Ice on my team, due to go and start a bobsleigh (Ski)
Swagger when I step, got me feelin' like I'm Bob Lee
In the kitchen whip, whip, whip and get it bubbly (Look)
[Verse 4: Maroc]
Them man some actors (Some liars), stunting for these cameras
Would've thought they're bad in real life, yo, they catfish
Why you wear a mask? 'Cause in my T, I was active (Hella active)
And fuck a box, make your bitch do a backflip
Age 17, 20 stack up in my mattress (Straight packs)
Perfect, I'm far from it, but you know I practice (Practice)
Same shit, different day, tryna get my stack big (Straight racks)
My akhis wanna eat, so true say, I bring a banquet (Skeet-skeet)
[Verse 5: Rokky]
(Bow) Gang-shit skrr-skrr, pull up in a vanquish
Maroc's in a Porsche, come we skrr round to Paris
(Come we skrr round to Paris)
Sorry that I'm gripping B, it's force of a habit
Five Pound plain T and a Louis V jacket (Cheese)
No slacking, I'm trapping, line on and I'm active (Brrr)
Four-four hit him, tryna send him off the atlas (Grrr bah)
Protect my block like I'm Sergio Ramos
Spanish gyal on me say, "I'm Rokky, Vamos" (Vamos)
[Outro: Rokky & Maroc]
Uno's, Dos, Tres, I don't need friends
I'm tryna fall in love with you baby, I don't wanna pre-tend
(No I don't wanna pretend)
Uno's, Dos, Tres, I don't need friends
I'm tryna fall in love with you baby, I don't wanna pre-tend
(No I don't wanna pre-tend, I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
(Nah, I don't wanna pre-tend, skrr)
/ toochill
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