Letra de Roger Dat - Skrilla

Might have spoken about in this environment (Yeah)

Common? Yeah, it's common, bro

Right now, like right now, like probably dying right now

Somebody dying right now

Like how we is right now, bro

The whole bity up, right now, it's summertime

Bro, it's to the point where like, bro, on some real ****, bro

If something like that happen, we killing you, right? (Exactly)

And if, and if we don't get to get you before the cops get you, bro

When you in jail, bro, **** gonna get you in jail, this **** don't stop, bro

He could have been alive if he ain't diss the homie (He could've been, Morte)

Smokin' all these dead niggas, different strains like macaroni

Crunch time, I done see bro bang the 9 and I ain't lyin' (Boy, that's Babykid)

I done see bro punch a hole in nigga brain, leave niggas dyin' (I'm lyin', I'm flyin')

I can't feel no pain 'cause I'm on painkillers (Perkies)

Brodie bouncin' out the V, put shit to rest like Dame Lillard (Clear the scene)

These niggas got me started, pop, pop, pop, he go retarded

Free FS up out the can, tell shooters go, they go the hardest (Free Stoopid)

No bap, I got hit out the 'Raq, why wouldn't I go back out there? (What the fuck?)

Go ask the road about Big Drillz, that nigga dead, he in a square (Drillz)

We caught a nigga on the porch, the Draco rocked him out the chair (Damn)

Them 7.62s beat the body up, the flesh shed bloody tears (Brrr)

I'm crashin' out, by end of day, we tap the scout (Crash Out Boyz)

Four deep inside a striker, five-percent tint, we en route

I swear the 67, eight, nine, hit with eleven (Eleven)

By the time ambulance pulled up to the scene, he was in Heaven (He was in Heaven)

On the reverend, I should invest inside of funeral homes

MAC-11, semi-automatic, and a switch to the dome (Doot-doot-doot)

Shit, I might pull up SRT or the coupe (Or the coupe)

Black Suburban, back to back, bulletproof tank like a troop (Like roger that)

Dare a nigga try me, thou shall never slime the slime and sleaze (Thou shall never)

Alligator, check his Alezine, that shit like a disease (Like a disease)

I could tell he pussy, I could tell he had tricks up his sleeve (The nigga a boy)

That's why when we walked him down, we gave him chance to beg and please (Belt to the ass)

Nigga, fuck that

He could have been alive if he ain't diss the homie (He could've been)

Smokin' all these dead niggas, different strains like macaroni

Crunch time, I done see bro bang the 9 and I ain't lyin'

I done see bro punch a hole in nigga brain, leave niggas dyin' (I'm lyin', I'm flyin')

I can't feel no pain 'cause I'm on painkillers (Perkies)

Brodie bouncin' out the V, put shit to rest like Dame Lillard (Clear the scene)

These niggas got me started, pop, pop, pop, he go retarded

Free FS up out the can, tell shooters go, they go the hardest (Like roger that)

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