Roc Marciano - Sweet Nothings lyrics

Rep the clique 'til the weapon click
Chef up a brick and hit the
Strip with the best shit
8 hour shifts, out of town power trips
Politics, niggas throwin' hollow tips
I'm from the bottom bitch
Keep a shotty like a bottom bitch
I'm all about a dollar might find
Me out with my collar flipped
Kiss the money like a sweet lover
Tan seats in the Beamer, peanut butter
The team's gutter
My skin got the green color
Queen between the covers, weed and Henny
Never tea and crumpets
In the ear of a slut I whisper sweet nothings
Sip White Russians
Control bitches like puppets
Mink scarf, Jamaican Kangol
Do the tango on the yayo like Puff and J lo
(Take that, take that)
Range Rov' not the Laredo
I'm back bitch long 38 with the potato
Play it low
Tiptoe with the bro like Apocalypto
But all that poppin' at the lip
Don't make your dick grow
Keep it humble, flip the dope by the bundle
Blow the smoke outta the sunroof, it's real
Gator's tailored, get off my dick
Dog said to the tick, but I ain't even trip
Niggas bid ain't even leave a
Tip but it's a gift
So I never once felt to need to mention it
I don't even mention it my nigga

It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings
Hempstead, It's nothing, sweet nothings
Hundred block

I earned my status at the base
Bagging base it's just a matter of taste
My roots in the ghetto was chained I escaped
Got a couple wounds howled at the moon
Pulled the 211 hopped up in the seven
Niggas got it twisted this is
Chess just not checkers
Visions of wealth through the
Eyes of prophets all my hoes stay in pocket
Redbone to chocolate
Drop the money on the counter tops
I'm thinking out the box
I sound like the Kawasakis
With the fox 10 power squats
Pull the dreadlocks
You pull the sour out the medicine crop
Connect the dots, but leopards have spots
I rest with the Heckler and
Koch's stirred the pots
Purple tops cops circle the blocks
Black weapons but not the ones Bird rock
Still with the jux money off
The books purrp shots
Murder plots word to my pops nigga

It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings
It's nothing, sweet nothings