The Roof

[Intro: Bloody!]

(Yo, it's Ocho Cinco, man, you know this shit finna be hard, nigga, you know that gang)

Yeah, I'ma pull up, fleet of loss

I'ma pull up, fleet of loss

I'ma pull up, fleet of loss

[Verse 1: Bloody!]

I'ma pull up, fleet of lot

With a Glock and do my Diddy Bop

Yeah, they see me, she like, damn

Ass pocking out them jeans, I'm like, damn

I need guap, green, eggs and ham

Post on us and they'll go blam

And she thrown that and I'm like, oh damn

Said she sketchy, she taking off her clothes and I'm like, go ham

Fool these niggas, escape and leave they haters like the winner

And that evil in my blood so you know that I'm a sinner

Damn, my dick in her mouth like a sinner

And yo' bitch got ran threw pussy, she Kris Jenner

You a man, but you a bitch, I'm starting to think you Bruce

If a nigga talk hot, then I knock his tooth losе

And I'm tripping off the drank and I sip it like it's goose

I'ma rappеr from NY, like I'm Papoose

Knock the top off your top, raise the roof

I fuck up my mic', nigga, I don't need a booth

My cus' love Henny, he sip like it juice

And you cannot get a penny, who the fuck is you?

Bloody, I need money, you a bitch, need too

Hoes on my dick, but they just for the crew

Guap in my pocket and it sticks like some glue

See my auntie burnin' rocks, same color igloo

If snitching to the cops, that make you a pick too

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]

She say I'ma tool and I tote the tool

Nigga, you'se a fool, all my niggas with it too

And I'm bigger than these boys, all they boys is my peculiar

And I'm with Bloody at you're city

Got these bitches on my dick, bro

These niggas on my dick, bro

So I'ma let the thing blow

If I don't know more, play that nigga like a Banjo

Everywhere, now a couple a bitches in the fucking bando

Bro, I go every fucking where that you can't go

Never stop shooting, .30 rounds, a lot of ammo

If you talking hot, then choppa bullets, they go blamo

They go blamo

And I'm on my health wave, sippin' the apple

Niggas, crazy with a beam, leave them red just like a apple

And I treat the chap' just like a Chapel

These niggas talk a lot, these niggas love to bamble

Run up on me wrong and boy, you gettin' tackled

Yeah, these niggas snakes and boy, they love rattled

Uh, yeah, I'm with cranes all the way out in Seattle

Choppa bullets snap and they crackle

Run up on them boys and them boys skidaddle