Testi Pizza Rolls - ALLBLACK, DaBoii, Cash Kidd

Pizza Rolls

Ford Taurus one year, I’m never home\nEatin addies back to back, to back like they pizza rolls\nI only sold pussy, never sold drugs\nAlways been a piece of shit, used to piss in the tub\nUsed to drink a Four Loko then ride through the dubs\nNow I’m off tequila, gettin paid to go in clubs\nI watched Silence of the Lambs and had a bad dream\nI stopped smokin cause I caught my partner lacing weed\nI know some rappers really out here sipping fake lean\nNiggas think they famous cause they be on SayCheese\nCleats on, joggers on, glocky on\nScottsdale up to Portland, got it sold\nFord Taurus one year, I’m never home\nEatin addies back to back, to back like they pizza rolls\nI’m finna cut my hair and change my name to DMX\nThat’s how high I feel right now, I’m breakin out in sweats\nThis AR-15 gon rip right through yo vest\nParanoid as fuck, I’m in the window like I’m Malcolm X\nMy bitch told me I look crazy, I need to get some rest\nBeen on a sick one for a week, I’m out here getting checks\nIn the Gucci store, got white hoes breakin they necks\n998−9022, send me a text\nCleats on, joggers on, glocky on\nScottsdale up to Portland, got it sold\nFord Taurus one year, I’m never home\nEatin addies back to back, to back like they pizza rolls\nEatin perkys back to back, to back like they pizza rolls\nBitch thought the 700s was Diors but these Adidas though\nI don’t think yo pimp strong as you say, heard you be beatin hoes\nThis bitch keep telling me put it in I’m tryna see the dome\nALLBleezy off addies, me, I’m off the percs\nMe and brodie arguing over opps like let me pop em first\nBitch ain’t shave and pulled her panties down, like bitch, you got the nerves\nBitch tried to kiss me, I leaned back like bitch, you got some germs\nLike bitch, you got some cooties\nCan’t share my blunt with nun these niggas, heard they eat the booty\nAnd I can tell they doing bad, these niggas rollin doobies\nYes, I can tell these niggas clowns, these niggas roll with goofies\nIt ain’t no fightin' where I’m from, it’s too much gun violence\nI’m on the block, I’m shootin dice until the sun rising\nI told yo bitch, «Shut the fuck up» and she was done typin\nI keep abusing all these 'Woods, I feel my lungs dying\nYeah, pull up shootin back to back, to back like this the «Cheaters» show\nCameras on the front and on the back boy who you creeping on?\nKeep the pole, I’ll let it go, but I ain’t Keyshia Cole\n.45 make him take a nap like he a comb\nTryna hit his top, spin so many blocks\nFuck around and caught some different opps\nCall me Kenny of South Park, cause I did a lot, seen a lot\nSorry, I can’t cuff you, like a Rent-a-Cop\nYeah, I send hits, but I’m still takin em\nSmithen stay with me like Phill Banks and them\nYo, the police like, «Why they opps still play with them?»\nEvery nigga with me stepping like lil Say and them\nHit a nigga with that MAC, they think Bill Gates with them\nThe opps soft, I don’t know how they bitches feel safe with th-\nCall me Scam Kidd\nFeel like Stony off of Set It Off, all my friends dead, aye\nI just sold your bitch a dream, Mr. Sandman\nPull up dumping cash for that bag, like the trash man\nStay out the streets or get whacked, like a bad kid\nHangin out the Charger, get to shootin, like the cam dead\nStay out the streets or get whacked, like a bad kid\nHangin out the Charger, get to shootin, like the cam dead