Roll Deep

[Intro] Yeah, that's it, you found it My nigga Victor gon' fuckin' kill this shit right here (I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican) [Verse 1] Oh you ain't know? You could leave with half of your face with one Ayo (AYO!) We play no games, been that fuego Bang then we lay low, plane to the island, I’m with Tego Ice grill chill out, melt your whole grill out Mouth piece spill out, you laying there, still out Waking up the ambulance, paperwork to fill out We hop up in them new things that peel out Ain’t nothing sweet, our bakery is street Heroes get holes like bagels, we roll deep It’s straight bread over here, fireworks everywhere, you over there, huh? Fam, you live once, dead, I’m in here going Pernil That’s one step up from ham I do it ‘cause I can, I got that live music in my pocket, bands [Hook] I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican (x4) Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico [Verse 2] Yep, yep, I do this, fuck up intruders Pull up to your block in a putt putt with shooters I’m hood to the hood power, salute your boy with a good Yaowa (YAOWA) Hard man, you let in a dope boy pedaller Still got work with a chirp on a cellular Still in the hood, I’m a barber shop regular Ask about the boy, man, etcetera My broads is the baddest, horses and carriage I could walk in with something gorgeous from Paris Back side, yaowa, awesome … back shots later on, I snag it Yeah, this is payback, yeah, it’s from way back When niggas had jokes, now I laugh in a Maybach I ain’t bragging about what I drive, let’s just say that I pull up to the hood and y’all hate that [Hook] [Verse 3] A night with the papi, Sprite with Bacardi Fifth in a Wrangler, knife in a party Goons everywhere, bitches everywhere You damn right we everywhere, nigga You slumped at the bar, my team in the cut Green in my jeans, green in the dutch She want a apple mar, green in her cup She’ll be back tomorrow, yep Ain’t really nothing you can do Your boy is on fire, I’m turning up the oven and the fuel Look at you, disgusting with the flu Sick of me, rubbing on your stomach like you do Milk crate posse, slam down copy Ices for papi, drip down sloppy, better boy watch me, I’m PR's Rocky Hooker, ain’t anybody try to stop me [Hook]