Rooftop lyrics
by G.T.
[Intro]
It's a Wayne beat
[Verse 1: Jug Harden]
Throw a n*gga party, send him up, it's a rooftop
Wanna be Meech, I don't wanna be no Tupac
Like 12 thousand, ain't no shoes in that shoe box
Yeah my money grown, act my age, not my shoe size
Got two b*tches, hate each other, but they loving me
n*ggas acting like they still rich, you a dub to me
Paid 5000, why would I hit the club for free?
Me and G.T., that's like a hund a piece
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Gucci everything, [?] I'm like Guwop
Feel like OJ da Juiceman, I'm working Tupac
I wanna be like Ace Boogie, [?] moving too hot
Cops and robbers when I was young, but never did I choose cop
Cameras еverywhere on thе spot, we see down the block
[?] ten years straight, even in a droubt
Got on my [?] 'cause I just made some new gwop
[?] how he throw shots
[Verse 3: Jug Harden]
I can't have no bank account, I'm too used to doing fraud
In the club or in the mall, still got blicky in my draws
Never seen my opps shop, man, I sware this world too small
n*ggas dying in the field, he ain't even get to ball
[?] I just gotta f*ck his broad
What you think this Pape for?
I ain't gotta spend it all
I might spend it up in True
I might spend it at the mall
Got no simpothy for the opps
I'm a thot, f*ck them all
[Verse 4: G.T.]
This gold presi on me, I feel like I'm in [?]
[?] 20 boes [?] 20 racks, I should've got 26
I'm balling, and my n*ggas balling too, we all winning
[?] Chanel [?] ball in
Got a bag, I hit the b*tch, [?] feel like [?]
My Cali plug said them b*tches on the way, he got [?]
He a rooky, and that boy don't know sh*t, we gon' [?] him
And these hoes that these n*ggas die for, we just spin them