Rothschild Liquors lyrics

by

Qari


[Intro]
Yeah
Uh, uh, yeah
Until the moment of my last...
Until the moment of your last breath, breath, breath
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
I'ma be that n*gga ’til the moment of my last breath
What's up with that what's up? I don’t half-step
She just wanna f*ck until no cash left
I don't got no trust, so don't pass-tress
Trespass against us, what up, Lord? What up, God?
I'm up North, I'm Westside
I'm out South like Rothschild
Mouth wide open, liquor store, crossfire
On ten-four, young n*gga get blown down
I don't know nothin' ’bout kinfolk, yeah
I was out here lookin’ for a bustdown
Five-O lookin' for a shakedown
Mama still lookin’ for a gravestone
Interstate weight, no Greyhound
This is no playground 'less you gon' play dead
n*ggas don't move, I got moves on Chase Bank
Good with the boogaloo, hit a n*gga crib
Then I’m right next door with Sheneneh, ayy
Right next door with Sheneneh
Top floor, lookin' at the Great Lakes
Airbnb with a view when I eat
Got some head to this beat, and a boot on the coupe
And I rented that ass for the week in a scoop
I'm a fool and the truth and a troop
Coolin' and cool and my crew got no chill
Your sh*t on ice so be smooth, lil' n*gga
That's word to my day one n*ggas in the field
This sh*t ain't made for us, why be regular?
I come from hustlers
I'm not special but I ain't no customer
You ain't felon, we ain't gellin'
Hope you get it through your melon
Look mama, I'm sellin'
Everything
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah
What you need? I got it
Everything gotta go
ASAP, man, if I got it, it's gone
Zip, zilch, zip, zilch

[Verse 2]
Zip, zilch, spray a roach, houseflies never float
King sh*t with the city, bad b*tch know I'm GOAT
How the f*ck? What the hell? Get the scale, n*ggas skimped
I don't give two f*cks, I'm OG, shout out white folks
Samii Beatz eatin' good, them ugly ass Margielas on
I'm sellin' dope, I'm sellin' phones, I'm sellin' shoes, dippin' gold
Sellin' bars, rappin' shows, they never know, they never know
They never know, they never know
I swear to God, I swear to God

[Outro]
He's got hydrogen psychosis, crazy-eye
Steve, we think you got crazy-eye
Get him out of the f*ckin' water
Esteban, Esteban, Esteban, Esteban (What's wrong?)
Esteban, Steve, Esteban
(Esteban, Esteban, Esteban)
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