ROACH GIGZ - Vertigo lyrics

rate me

My bible is treal tv

Better play your cards right when you deal with me

Believe that, I relapsed, now eat that and relaxed

I Did, why did the chicken cross the road?

‘Cause the hams was over there and he was looking for the hoes

‘Bout to be a barbeque, I’m cooking for the bros

We all ‘bout to eat, we all ‘bout to eat

She fall to her feet when I step on the stage

I cause a racket like I’m young on the plane

Don’t fuck around with em, theyll fuck For round me

I’ll lock like they 50, boy, that’s county

I’m dog like bounty so the hoes try to hound me

Focus on my accountant, I mount when I’m climbing, bitch

You better know what time it is, mind on astronomers

You like hippopotamus, Wanes world excellent

Theyre just so moderate, forgot to tell my boss I’m sick, it’s cool

I call my own phone and said don’t even trip

This I’m living miss super fucking limitless

More sparks than a Chemist kiss, coming out These venomous

Lips, I be killing shit so don’t Be think i be dealing it

Sukka you’re not relevant, I’ll crush you for the hell of it

Go dumb but I’m intelligent, never been sloppy but they All wanna copy us

Game smooth, that’s the Porches

Fake friends get divorces

An my circle enforce this

My home is so gorgeous

Don’t fuck with my fortress

That is so important

I’ll treat you like foreskin

and cut you off, straight cut you off

Yipee yee, yipee yipee doo da

You play with me, i Will lead you to ball

I stay down, fat kids, seasaw

You a clown, man, you never evolve

I get money out her Clam And her jaw

I’m from the bay, that’s the way we was taught

I eat rappers like im bathed in salt

And I’m more than your baby father

The night you made your baby daughter and I was brought up

Started my own shit, entrepreneur, Motherfucker i own shit

Come through marchin hotter than an arson Call reder than abortion

These rappers all stores, I bet it you Could work For them

My pedals on the door, flipping bomb by myself

So they pay me to divorce it, I’m hanging like an apple

An apple in an orchard, you rappers need to forfeit

‘Cause I don’t even like rap and I’m sleepy, y’all

Like a night cap and in a while I was rocking at the highland

Spend my days getting paid, you spend yours on the timeline

And when it come to business, i Can mind mine, I can handle that

Lung Cancer flow were the Camel at

Lay low if you can’t stand the facts, I’m on the move like fanny packs

Life ain’t fair, I learned it too quick, I popped out the pussy on some fuck You Shit

You talk too hard but you do too limp

I don’t talk much... smooth pimp

Garlic scampi, put salsa on my shrimp, used to shop at Ross now im bossed up bitch, ever body got opinions when they out lookin in

I pay him No Minds sip a fountain of gin

Ounces of loud, got her legs to the clouds

A table and a bottle, got a basic motherfucker Thinkin they got power, everybody sell weed To everybody got hoes

I got gangs for sale, won a bitch, made it gold

I don’t kid me, I want a wife like in the code

Take me to Fiji, shop at Waikiki, my girl’s got teebee

Killing y’all rappers, your PR’s … you need more style, you need a Drake feature

Keep friends close, stay away from the leaches

My left eye on you, had a thing for Lisa back when I was a kid

Now I’m trying to bid, now I’m buying a crib, just tryina live

It breaks my heart when they talking ‘bout the old me like they know me

If I was the old me, I would OD, got lost in these cold streets

Now I’m at the Supper Club, playhouse and Graystone

24 years old, give you something to hate on, bitch, fuck rap

Thanks to taylorrrmade for correcting these lyrics