Koujas - Rough (feat. Trappdaplugg)

Bitch I count my racks and they stand so tall
I don't care about that bitch either way I'm gone ball
When this shit get rough, is it you I call
She on the perc and the xan, she doing it all
She wanna hold my hand when shit get rough
G43 and my brother he keepin' it clutched
She wanna talk all that talk and I done had enough
Sayin' she love me, but I'm calling her bluff

Look at my pockets, they filled up with knots
My bro got a switch, and a K with a glock
Rocking these nine jeans, Rick Owens my feet
He wanna talk talk, but then he hit delete
I'm in NYC, with a bad lil bitch, she came with a twin
Hop in the foreign my diamonds they hit
You can see through the tint
Hop in a two door coupe with a bad bitch
She ain't average
Designer my clothes, she loving my fabrics
Finest of fashion
Alyx on my buckle, my belt I'm gone fasten
Clutchin' on plastic
I'm takin' his bitch, I'm hittin' with passion
My money elastic
I got, too many, thots, they wanna see me
Look at me ma, I'll be on TV
Takin' his thot and I'm doin' it easy
Doin' em bad we doin' em greasy
G four three and it hit up his meezy
This shit we been on it
They talkin' now we on it

They talkin' shit we on it
Give a fuck about your big homie
I keep the ricks on me
Niggas be mad that they bitch want me
That boy so broke, man that shit too funny
Man that shit sad
I got more racks than your motherfuckin' dad
That nigga be talkin'
That nigga be Vlad
I'm takin' your bitch and I hit from the back
Nigga talkin' that shit, he got hit with the mac
In the SRT bitch I'm goin' so fast
My bitch turn right, you know she gone pass
If she can't fuck, then I gotta blast
He talkin' that shit, I'm doin' him bad
She see my fit, she liking my swag
Walk in the mall, I'm poppin' them tags
I get to the bag, now these niggas mad

Bitch I count my racks and they stand so tall
I don't care about that bitch either way I'm gone ball
When this shit get rough, is it you I call
She on the perc and the xan, she doing it all
She wanna hold my hand when shit get rough
G43 and my brother he keepin' it clutched
She wanna talk all that talk and I done had enough
Sayin' she love me, but I'm calling her bluff

Written by:
John Stein

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