Boldy James, Futurewave - Could Be Worse lyrics
[Boldy James, Futurewave - Could Be Worse lyrics]
Ayy
They call me Rocky Rhodes
Over the Viking stove, I'm icy cold
Like a peg leg pirate, dope in the Pyrex
Soon as I cut the pilot on
Turn and turn up the temp
Six hundred degrees like that
Dreadhead from Hollygrove
Went from performin’ in kitchens
Live to rockin' shows
Coppin' from the Coney
Now we swappin’ out at Pappadeaux's
Thirty in the morning
Grittin' with a snotty nose big forty on me
I'm the wrong nigga to pick on
Heard they tippin' on me
Must've heard I got them bricks gone
Worker turned informant
Had to dump all of my flip phones
Cup full of poison, I'm the real Jim Jones
Me and Fin still on the Hell
In the fire and brimstone
Jeans reekin', kerosene from the space heater
Ball cap, waist length mink
And some Timbs on or with these bullshit
Balenciaga play sneakers
Thuggin’ in the ’jects
Half a milly worth of gems on
'Cause when the goin’ get tough
Pick up and hit the road
Who the fuck can I trust?
Who can I depend on?
Bad bitch strapped down with a
Brick and a half
Her ass lookin' saggy like she got Depends on
Had to make sure it was that
Before we sent the work
Just pray to Lord we make it back
Can't risk me gettin' searched
And if he try to double back
Before we flip the merch
Just put a little in the baggie
Little in the purse
Your mans got you baggin’ up?
It could be worse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
I'm half man, he half eighty-milligram oxy
Three hundred racks annually
That's fifty bands monthly in the hicks
Bogartin' like your mans Humphrey
Loadin' up on 'codones and jeans
We be pants huntin'
Whippin' up in Poland Springs
Got them grams jumpin'
Fam dumpin', ninety in two days
Got my hands crampin'
Thumbin' through them Peewee Longways
And them Young Lays
Ain't all that nigga diamonds
Blindin' in the sunrays?
Broad day, 'll turn a nigga to a Sun Chip
Or chip a nigga for my
Gang with them drumsticks
Leave a nigga mouth redder than some Fun Dip
Shoot out of town and pour an
Eight up in a Sunkist
'Cause when the goin' get tough
Pick up and hit the road
Who the fuck can I trust?
Who can I depend on?
Bad bitch strapped down with a
Brick and a half
Her ass lookin' saggy like she got Depends on
Had to make sure it was that
Before we sent the work
Just pray to Lord we make it back
Can't risk me gettin' searched
And if he try to double back
Before we flip the merch
Just put a little in the baggie
Little in the purse
Your mans got you baggin' up?
It could be worse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
Ooh, my love
I'm told that you are a dangerous man, Arturo
I like that it excites me
They call me Rocky Rhodes
Over the Viking stove, I'm icy cold
Like a peg leg pirate, dope in the Pyrex
Soon as I cut the pilot on
Turn and turn up the temp
Six hundred degrees like that
Dreadhead from Hollygrove
Went from performin’ in kitchens
Live to rockin' shows
Coppin' from the Coney
Now we swappin’ out at Pappadeaux's
Thirty in the morning
Grittin' with a snotty nose big forty on me
I'm the wrong nigga to pick on
Heard they tippin' on me
Must've heard I got them bricks gone
Worker turned informant
Had to dump all of my flip phones
Cup full of poison, I'm the real Jim Jones
Me and Fin still on the Hell
In the fire and brimstone
Jeans reekin', kerosene from the space heater
Ball cap, waist length mink
And some Timbs on or with these bullshit
Balenciaga play sneakers
Thuggin’ in the ’jects
Half a milly worth of gems on
'Cause when the goin’ get tough
Pick up and hit the road
Who the fuck can I trust?
Who can I depend on?
Bad bitch strapped down with a
Brick and a half
Her ass lookin' saggy like she got Depends on
Had to make sure it was that
Before we sent the work
Just pray to Lord we make it back
Can't risk me gettin' searched
And if he try to double back
Before we flip the merch
Just put a little in the baggie
Little in the purse
Your mans got you baggin’ up?
It could be worse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
I'm half man, he half eighty-milligram oxy
Three hundred racks annually
That's fifty bands monthly in the hicks
Bogartin' like your mans Humphrey
Loadin' up on 'codones and jeans
We be pants huntin'
Whippin' up in Poland Springs
Got them grams jumpin'
Fam dumpin', ninety in two days
Got my hands crampin'
Thumbin' through them Peewee Longways
And them Young Lays
Ain't all that nigga diamonds
Blindin' in the sunrays?
Broad day, 'll turn a nigga to a Sun Chip
Or chip a nigga for my
Gang with them drumsticks
Leave a nigga mouth redder than some Fun Dip
Shoot out of town and pour an
Eight up in a Sunkist
'Cause when the goin' get tough
Pick up and hit the road
Who the fuck can I trust?
Who can I depend on?
Bad bitch strapped down with a
Brick and a half
Her ass lookin' saggy like she got Depends on
Had to make sure it was that
Before we sent the work
Just pray to Lord we make it back
Can't risk me gettin' searched
And if he try to double back
Before we flip the merch
Just put a little in the baggie
Little in the purse
Your mans got you baggin' up?
It could be worse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
Just put a little in the baggie
Put a little in the purse
Ooh, my love
I'm told that you are a dangerous man, Arturo
I like that it excites me