Rozay Flow 3

[Produced by Mr Incredible] [Verse 1] Bel Air with the fellas and the bosses of bullshit Yeah my life a scary movie, you just Officer Doofy Slide up on his ass in traffic, then it’s off with his coochie Again my life a motion picture, call it bullshit the movie Starring bitches and gangsters 17 in the clip, one in the chamber I just bought hella guns cause these goofies is dangerous Folks with me on the run so right now he nameless Niggas bitches, straight snitches, saying names, point fingers Insane, when I’m coming out the cut, point ninas I remember being 17 in bellys and beamers Old niggas fucked up, talking bout they was stealers I remember triple beams, cocaine, and tina I remember bad dreams from bad things I’ve done On Instagram flexing, now he can’t make bond This shit don’t make sense fam, what the fuck they thought These niggas hustling backwards We giving busters caskets My niggas hustle addicts Dirty money bastards Come from section 8, now I’m straight on TV and shit Niggas studying the god, tryna be me and shit Phone call this nigga’s bitch, she got obedient hit Told my rockaby baby, AG it’s a hit I don’t need these niggas bitch, I’m as G as it gets Your B on my D, D as in dick Your new bitch old, previous shit When my bitch come with me, we gon’ leave with a bitch Po pimpin’ imposter Pistol whip a pussy boy for disrespecting a mobster C’est la vie, this no fiction Got your bitch in my iPhone, she a video vixen