Twenty Dollar Rock Rozz Dyliams

[Hook]
Selling dimes, Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Get my, Get my dick sucked with the club slugging crack
Selling dimes, Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Selling dates, Selling seals, selling twenty dolar rocks [x2]

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
My bout to salas pick up what I need
Roll back to Fogtown I’m the distribution service
As I get angrier I kick ruder verses and it’s evident to me you’re not a G if metal make ya nervous
And if that does my squad will
All I know is get angry
Pop pills
Pop trunk and get real
I keep it swanging like a fifth wheel
I’m moving work you wanna job I’m on my management like Big Keel
I keep it trill and only fuck with big face bills
Only thing up in me demonic tendencies and you wanna see me get it so ill
Clean up the steel right before I kill
Step into the dungeon and I bet you onion is all that you smell
Hell compared to me you all defenseless
You wanna keep me out your area you better build some taller fences
I built this pipeline in all directions
I’m stacking so many chips you could mistake it for a paw collection

[Hook]