Letra de Still Got The Rock

[Verso]
Nigga I be hard on a ho
Cause a bitch ain't shit
And every ho I done fucked
Done sucked my dick
I had to pour out some drank
For niggas I miss
I hope my weed ain't too loud
To hear the snakes hiss
It's Dedication 5
Medication high
I gotta clean up after these niggas
Cause they be wasting time
And boy, my hoes don't get in line
Because they stay in line
I'm shining on these hoes so hard
They getting tan lines
It's Tunechi
I go hard
I put in work
Twin Glocks
The gift and the curse
Dirty money
No footprints in dirt
We geeked up
The revenge of the nerds
I swear, play with these niggas
That's that shit I don't do
As long as money talks
I got someone to talk to
Watch my dogs
Treat the beef like dog food
I got the power
But a short fuse
Let's go
I can't trust my iPhone
I think Siri the Feds
You know snitches get stitches
Nigga, needle and thread
You better walk it like you talk it
Or we cut off your legs
Pretty please don't kill my vibe
I ain't too proud to beg
Alright, fucking right
Shoot you up at the light
Straight take all your possessions
Call that shit poltergeist
And my homie, he a sniper
We call him Wesley Snipes
I call my bitch Plane Jane
Cause she catch nut like a flight
I'm on a mission to get movie money
Stick to the script
Your bitch leaking information
I just follow the drip
Soon as I get that coupe
I'mma go get the rims
Toss the keys to my homie
Tell that nigga it's his
I feel like He-Man when I'm in your ho
And tell that bitch give me my space
Like a telescope
In her throat
Like Ricola
My system solar
I'm too young to die sober
Your man a cobra
Watch that nigga
Let's go
Boy, my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches
But I can't trust none of them bitches though
Like magicians
Straight blowing money fast
I'mma get a ticket
Soon as I get off paper
I'mma smack a nigga
No broken mirrors
I can't see myself broke
Right back pocket
Flag redder than a velvet rope
Never say never
She might do her friend
You never know
Shorty make that dick stand up
Like it's telling jokes
I swear to God
I put in work
I'm on them shrooms
My goons on alert
I spit these bars
This a uni-verse
You better duck
Like Dooney and Bourke
I'm telling ya
Shout out Turk
It's Hot Boys
Bitch, the block is hot
If I ain't have the keys to success
I would have picked the lock
Diarrhea, shit don't stop
Until my fucking casket drop
Still got that crack
Maybe one day I'mma pass the rock
Tunechi
Dedication 5
What up Five