Roc Marciano - Garbage Pal Kids lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Garbage Pal Kids lyrics]
100 blocks shit nasty
Marcberg motherfucker (Art that kills)
Cook up the work to make
The fiends do the smurf
You got the nerve to shoot up
The church like a jerk
Big Mama heard and went berserk
I've been flirting with death, I'm a pervert
Tricolor rollie look like some sherbert
Fur alert, if it don't hang to the earth
Then it ain't worth squirt
The Mossberg pump for when it get turnt
Winner gets the purse
The herb lifted the witch's curse
They heard all about the dirt
And had to act like the door don't work
Dawg it's all a blur
Shot it out with them turds we was in a spur
My heart an iceberg
Heisenberg ice on my iceberg
Shine but not quite like my inner light burn
Y'all niggas some light work
Light the purp the pipe got
Me feeling like Wyatt Earp
Might let the iron burst let it
Set fire to your shirt
Flames in the Versace like hot sake
Drive-bys in the Kawasaki like
We the Shower Posse roc, I'm the most copied
If you rock with me then buy
Me a bottle of Romanée-Conti
If I call her she gon' come
She gon' run (she gon' run)
She gon' leap over the truck no cut
No cut, no cut no cut
Shake shit up to make the
Soda in the container bust that ain't wassup
I rubbed the cocaine on the tastebuds
Palate became numb placed some on the gums
Paid the plug stayed on the hush
The potato came with the gun
You'll get stripped for your
Chain and naked butt
I've never been afraid to take it in blood
Who needs a pay stub when you came from mud
We ain't complain we just made some huts
The blue Wraith is lookin' like grape punch
I just told my old lady we breakin' up
I was caught with the paper makin' love
Plus me and the paper mate
We was hangin' tough it was angerin' her
Sprinkled angel dust in my blunt huh?
(Uh, huh) oh shit
Hold it in, let the boat drift
I'm a whole pimp I might smoke
The bitch but I'm emotionless you know this
If I call her she gon' come
She gon' run (she gon' run)
She gon' leap over the truck no cut
No cut, no cut no cut
Marcberg motherfucker (Art that kills)
Cook up the work to make
The fiends do the smurf
You got the nerve to shoot up
The church like a jerk
Big Mama heard and went berserk
I've been flirting with death, I'm a pervert
Tricolor rollie look like some sherbert
Fur alert, if it don't hang to the earth
Then it ain't worth squirt
The Mossberg pump for when it get turnt
Winner gets the purse
The herb lifted the witch's curse
They heard all about the dirt
And had to act like the door don't work
Dawg it's all a blur
Shot it out with them turds we was in a spur
My heart an iceberg
Heisenberg ice on my iceberg
Shine but not quite like my inner light burn
Y'all niggas some light work
Light the purp the pipe got
Me feeling like Wyatt Earp
Might let the iron burst let it
Set fire to your shirt
Flames in the Versace like hot sake
Drive-bys in the Kawasaki like
We the Shower Posse roc, I'm the most copied
If you rock with me then buy
Me a bottle of Romanée-Conti
If I call her she gon' come
She gon' run (she gon' run)
She gon' leap over the truck no cut
No cut, no cut no cut
Shake shit up to make the
Soda in the container bust that ain't wassup
I rubbed the cocaine on the tastebuds
Palate became numb placed some on the gums
Paid the plug stayed on the hush
The potato came with the gun
You'll get stripped for your
Chain and naked butt
I've never been afraid to take it in blood
Who needs a pay stub when you came from mud
We ain't complain we just made some huts
The blue Wraith is lookin' like grape punch
I just told my old lady we breakin' up
I was caught with the paper makin' love
Plus me and the paper mate
We was hangin' tough it was angerin' her
Sprinkled angel dust in my blunt huh?
(Uh, huh) oh shit
Hold it in, let the boat drift
I'm a whole pimp I might smoke
The bitch but I'm emotionless you know this
If I call her she gon' come
She gon' run (she gon' run)
She gon' leap over the truck no cut
No cut, no cut no cut