Young Dolph, Tim Gates - Rokkin’ lyrics

Crushed ice, two cups shoutout to Texas
I'm still bangin' that screwed up
They call me exclusive AK, ay mr
Got the whole city juiced up
I'm on my Uncle Snoop shit
Rocking blue chugs
I jump on the instrumental
And leave it bruised up
They say life's a bitch, and it's too short
I ran with my young bitch, call it too short
2 iPhones 3 prepaid
Lil' momma phone last night call in
And ask for a replay young made nigga
With them billion dollar plans
To make all of my fellows
A million dollar made

First 2, what they do
These shades me 2 grand
Guess you could say I pay
For crystal clear view man
Them young niggas be like 'Dolph
You the truth man'
Got your girl a CD, cause she a new fan
Skrilla got a family, not a crewman
501's in a pair of these square
Just left the store and bought three pair
I'm in my own lane, I got my own slang
, I drop straight flames
You oughta know by now
You rockin' with one of the
I'mma wait around the point blank period

I need a fire fighter fight me
When I get behind the

You never wanted to be made
It's just that money that I like
My new name is Rod Roddy
Only talk when the price is right
Man I swear that I'm a phoon
Fuck your wife out of your sheets
And I swear that shit is
I swear I'm so disrespectful
But I can't help it
All I drive is 2-seaters
They say I'm so selfish
Super clinic, call me mister way you get that
Different colour diamonds, mismatch
Heard niggas feelings
But I don't give a fuck i'll in the woods
I'm all about them bucks