Roc Marciano - Thread Count lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, yeah

In seclusion, I pin up piff in the land cruiser

Tanned like I’ve been to Cuba

Keysha white like sand in aruba

Exhume confidence from my view of the metropolis

I fed flakes to my tropical fish

Pull the top off the 6 like baduish

I’m no push over, I push a rover

You push upon it like a foot soldier

I put dope like I push collar

You cop the pistola hands inside ice and toners

Spend the night with the dice roller

You pray your ice get returned to his rightful owner

Rightful’s in the trunk in the caddy

Will dump you in the swamp, somewhere down in Miami

My brush stroke the canvas, caught in the gambit

On pimp slack open handed

I demand it for the operation to be expanded

Be astounded, g I ran was...2 belt wearing I’m a mechanic

Bad bitch swinging in the hammock

I took a dip in the Atlantic, and beat the salmon

The slamming

Come on, hit me, I sit up in the 4 50, shifty

This is raw nigga, history

A slick pimp might resort to trick me

Bitches dig me, the money fall short like epiphany

Waves flow like the Mississippi

Guns longer than the wave on a hippy

On a hit keep the bleeky, but teeth wears opposite of missy

The pygmy is super witty

My shack might remove a titty

I jumped off the heel of my Achilles

This is like one to me, to turning knife in your kidney

I pray that lord might forgive me

Now who can see me

Musically, a way to count the...

Easily scooping that fatigue

The buck see me and the green Lamborghini

Frigid as a breast winter days

Yellow gold and teary cloth robes

The wardrobe, the main hoes come in draws

But less clothes and the flesh exposed

In the lexus we drove through infested roads

Pellets are thrown in the flesh and bone

Your name get carved in the headstones slow

Gangsticating my space is shady

The hiss nigga played his assets liquidated

What I’m convain, isn’t easily articulated

Roll solo like the marsberg photo

Earth from Michael pogo

We live that flat screen cinemax promo

Benz logo, black arlex polo

Your tongues nodded up like show dough

But on he load though.