Roc Marciano - Whoolers lyrics

Shout out to my niggas from the blues
We the livest
Peace to my bitches and my advisors (yeah)
If you know my sneaker size you
Might then just keep me fly, then
(you know)
I squeeze the nine in between niggas' eyelids
In case you need to
Try being more open-minded (minded)
These are tryin’ times but I'm timeless
But still we buyin' watches like
We runnin’ out of options (uh)
Catch me rocking ostrich constant
It's Common Sense, kid, but
I'm not from Chicago, pimp
(nah) left the spot with like five hoes
It's what the Tahoe fit (fit)
Sig knock a eyeball out your wig
Me and my slime peeled in a
Five like Biggs and Spragga Benz (eh)
Hehh, yeah me and my slime peeled in a
Five like Biggs and Spragga Benz
(uh huh, yeah)
Uh, divided up the ends then got in the wind
(yo) my bitch'll a hot pot of grit's
On top of your skin (sss)
Stick to the script to
Solicit these diet tips (ss, uh)
Bust your shit with this cast iron fryin' pan
(mmm) uh, I'm outta here (I'm outta here)
Sorry, your honor, I’m a God fearin’ man
(yeah) no hard feelings
But niggas' lyrics couldn’t spark my interest
Not even rubbin' sticks to get it flickerin'
Efficient, I never bust and miss
I always hit shit (uh, that's it)
Everything crisp, nothin’ rigid
I'm runnin' this
I don't never seem to get winded (eeed)
Banana clips on the blick
'cause it's extended (eeed)
The Mac-10, pimp, was hidden in the engine
Ice on a nigga tendon feel like I'm injured
(ow) in my former life
I think might have been a penguin
(might have been)
Uh, the king mentioned the sword's not
Mightier than the ink pen (this pen)
The truth in plain site, it was hidden
Forbidden fruit
Soon as the shit was ripe, it was bitten
(bitten, bitten)
Uh, forbidden fruit, soon as
This shit was ripe, it was

Ha, Marc, baby (Marc, baby)
Yeah (yeah) , fuck niggas, boy
Fuck all y'all niggas, man
Fuckin' cocksuckas (cocksuckas) boy