Covid Cough

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Yeah, Pimpstead bitch, hold up Know we on your ass, boy (Yeah, check) [Chorus: Roc Marciano] Niggas play around 'til it's man down (You and what army, nigga?) I'm the illest nigga hands down Air 'em out, air 'em out (Hold up) Niggas play around 'til it's man down Uh, I'm the illest nigga hands down (Yup) Air 'em out (Air 'em up) air 'em out [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] You know what we came for (You know why we here) You know who gave the whore the cocaine jaw What's all the shade for? The numbers on the .380 was shaved off Thirty shots sprayed off, take you off like a stray dog Your days are short like your Range sport Pop an Ace of Spades champagne cork (Pop that shit) Paint your brain on the wall, the forty bulldog my aerosol Knock a еyeball out your skull Flush you out that hole you been hiding in (We see you hiding) You high on thе list, the homies gon' fly your wig (Fly your shit) Oh you must've forgot I'm rich, I'm a project kid And you my next project, kid Been should've had you fixed, should've had you a wrench A drillbit, shit I ain't did a drill in a bit (In a minute) Give 'em a clip, bet he squeal like a pig, life's a bitch She tried to throw grits on a pimp and missed (You missed me, bitch) Your shit is like ten percent diss, niggas is lit like a tennis link Daddy you haven't said anything (You ain't said shit) With the pen, they say I'm Hemingway, I'm a heavyweight I'm better than niggas in every way Sky-Dweller and this Perrier (Water) this the cherry on the cake You most definitely getting spanked (Spankin' these niggas) After the gank, your old lady engage in hanky-pank I'm in her pussy doing the stanky leg [Interlude: Roc Marciano & ScHoolboy Q] You see? Fuck (Know what I'm sayin?) Uh, Groovy, uh (Soo!) [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] How you don't love me like the wind do? You headphones, I'm hands-on In and out the way I handle, huh You flirtin' with them candles, uh, you lookin' ladylike Pussy tryna swim with the sharks, nigga we Navy height Barely seen but platinum and gold, nigga I'm really nice The gat peeled, the white dove rose, I can make butter fly I don't have the time like those, rather make mothers cry The hit maker, slid down home, because I'm certified Bonafide to knock-knock door, tell me what homicide Did numbers, swab my teeth like gold, nigga I rap a lot Spin your block, you dry snitchin' on the 'Gram, you half a cop I'm in the game, you tryna share my stats, huh? I grab the drum out the backpack then boom-bap that, yeah Normally I use it just to scratch my back, uh Don't gotta hang with rappers when your contract maxed, uh Don't need a hundred niggas when you built like that Let's get it, talkin' out your ass, you must got me confused 'Cause I will not lose, I got nothing to prove I sold twenty, made twenty, I'm in the shadow of who? I'm in the battle with who? That nigga sweeten my tooth Just a rock in my shoe, can't stumble my groove Must I humble this dude? Bruh, I pity the fool You can't sit at my table, can't be in my room Just the must in my pits, tryna swing from my dick Just the butt when I flick, Wagyu when I pick Just a burp when I'm drunk, you the ash from the blunt It don't matter, the Klumps, all you niggas is lunch I'm really one of the ones, I can never be done I'm Groovy (Soo!) [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] COVID, nigga