Floxxx Roc Marciano

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga, when I'm rockin', bring my motherfuckin' mirror out
Bring my shit out like the Romans, bring that shit out from off the pavement (Blood and pain)
Yeah (You want me to show you the way)

[Verse 1]
Yo
As a young dude, we was troubled youth
Rock a chukka boot or the bubble Goose
Tryna bust moves, we was cuttin' school
Hustle in the cut, we just wanted shoes
Did my one-two to live comfortable
Couple new BMWs, need a bulletproof
Couple skeeze in some hooker boots
Hundred G's off the pussy juice
I was runnin', G, whoop-de-whoop
I was up even before the money
I was definitely snooty too
I'm stuck up and bougie, dude
It's only Matsuhisa when I'm in a sushi mood
And it costs a G or two to get full off of Japanese food
Speedin' through in a GT coupe, sea blue
I'm on these zoots like a cheap suit
But wore it like it's GQ with a three-two
Shoutout to my nigga big Three-Two
The streetsweeper three feet, too
Send you up, get you key, too
A room in Heaven with a decent view
Uh, with a decent view
All my niggas with the shits, all my bitches rich
Often niggas lit, spin through Harlem to get fish and chips
My wrist, this three thousand grams of fish broken down in nicks
Pop out on you with sticks, you're found in the sticks
Dig 'em out this ditch, four pound with the switch
Down you and your friends, shit got out of hand
Partner, do we got a problem here? (Yeah, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, okay)