Babyfxce E - D Rose lyrics

Big Drice on the beat, yeah
Ayy, what if I do a
Whole eight without fuckin' up?
I'm hard? yeah! It's with an X, nigga, Fxce

Gave the bitch good fuckin' D
Put the rose back
That shit gon' go over they head
Couldn't slide
Give her fuckin' dick because the roads bad
Naw, for real I'm tired of pourin' twos up
Where the fours at?
Where they at? Where they at, nigga?
This a nine milli' SIG Sauer
With the four strapped
Alright, talk to them niggas, E
This a K, SLR kit, this a long strap
Every bitch want a relationship
Where the hoеs at?
You only made a hundred off the 'bow
Whеre the pros at?
Throw your cell in the microwave
Because your phone tapped
Big chop hit him in his leg
And make his bone crack
Talkin' 'bout them Scats over the phone
I don't condone that
That's some dumb shit (What?) if I see him
I'ma squeeze it 'til the gun click (Boom)
You can't keep a bag 'cause you
Smokin' on some flunk shit (Dumbass)
"What made you call me all
The sudden?" 'Cause, I'm drunk, bitch
(Hello?)
We done made a hundred off that one shit
Really, it's a hundred-plus
I been runnin' money up
Glock 43, this bitch a tummy tuck
TRX truck, this bitch a one-of-one
Slide on us, you better have a hundred guns
Police took my heat, but I got more than one
Stop askin' can you stop
Suckin' my meat? Bitch, you ain't never done
Talkin' all that shit up on the 'net
Don't even got a gun
Blow a nigga temple, walk away
Don't even gotta run
Yeah, hit his ass six ways
Gang walk him down, hit his ass with six K's
Unfold the brace off the Drac', man
This bitch a switchblade hit him with 456
Look like dog off Squid Game

Ayo, Drice, run that shit back