76 Lyrics - Reloaded - Roc Marciano

Quadraports, slide off through a time warp 

Been getting money before dinosaur 

Dimes is on Llamas is long 

Write rhymes on island resorts 

Dimes who snort 

Some guys who slide a line inside a Newport 

Push a fly two door like Too $hort 

I'm just a artist with a tech 

Hard as a beget 

Carve a nigga head 

You a meatball, get squeezed on 

Your physical being turn to cream corn 

Slice a quarter for the order, 

Supporter, roll dice on the corner 

Gats tucked, big cash can touch em at the 

cusp 

Couple of hundred racks on the rug 

Young don, son's under the arm 

He treat Lamborghinis like bumper cars 

Got scars 

Chains around the necks like scarves 

Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn 

I'm the next big thing 

Chickenheads cling the bed spring king 

Run the ring, my head is on 

The top of the pyramids 

Pictures of me and all of my affiliates 

We lit phillies like idiots, kill a lineage 

Let them know what it really is 

Niggas is penniless with skinny ribs 

I fire semis in too many wigs 

I'm feeling like Billy the Kidd, skinny big 

You literally live as a guinea pig 

If the timbs ain't on deck 

You know the pennies is 

Your fingers still penny pinch 

You make me pull a mack milli 

Out the Fendi trench 

At any event, hold the twelve gauge that's 

heavy as shit 

For every clip we let steadily rip, push your 

afro back to Seventy Six, motherfucker 

Niggas is petty, legendary 

All of my enemies are dead and buried 

I let twenty hit your strawberry Pelle 

Burn holes in your belly like Henny 

Betty, turn up dead like Freddy 

For owing niggas fetti 

Get cut with the machete 

Lift you up quick with the desy 

Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy 

Your bitch get fucked, missionary 

Visionary, I bust shots out 

The tinted end daddy 

Ghetto poet 

Four up in the rodent look bloated 

You shouldnt've gloated, I unloaded 

I was molded to stand up 

When other niggas folded 

The spirit out your body just floated 

Word to my son, I'll murder a bum 

Turn your thumb, until it swell up like plum 

Your future look glum 

I heard I feel numb, I'm numb when guns 

bang on you like steel drums, spill blood 

Plus sweat before I lift the iron up, stretch 

Clutch the tec, bust til your wet heads 

rubberneck 

Like, "Damn, what a fucking mess." 

Who want come test or unimpressed 

Make you undress 

To eat food like I'm underfed 

Dump with the Feds, like I'm on the dead 

With one in the head 

Don't let it be left unsaid 

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