Roc Marciano - Shit Hard lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Shit Hard lyrics]
Flip cards, all black, nigga
Shit hard like crack, nigga
Flip cards, all black, nigga
Platinum ratchets
Dirt bikes weaving through traffic
Twist the cheeba
My bitch whip the two-seater
Grip the nina, live by the marina, hyena
Shout-out my lawyer, Bob Kalina, I beat cases
Move shapeless, Cuban barber, revolver
Smooth leg wear, alligator headband
Money wrapped in rubberbands
My mans is bubbling grams
I look like Birdman when rubbin' his hands
Persian housekeeper, squeeze street sweepers
You'll find shells from the streets
It's like Easter wild Kingdom
The concrete version - perversions
I've got a way with words, it's disturbing
It's a burden
So many bitches it's a whirlwind
The blow soft like girl skin
The world I'm in, sterling with the fin
The colored tint, my gun come with a twin
Gotta tuck 'em in
Curb your bitch, she 'bout a buck ten
That's a lightweight
A mean shoe made of white snake
I wear a hardhat in the booth
I'm blue collar
My flow's smooth like the behind on a toddler
Twirl the ganja while I ponder
And let the hoes wander