Lil $tunt - Rolling Stone (Outro) Lyrics

Dead, the way I'm coughing
Big time, what the f*ck I look like, boxing
You bullies ain't the first to try and stop me
Green light, ain't pulling punches
Now I'm Rocky, my bad bitch too bossy
Hips made of elastic, swear my heart's made of plastic
Smoking blunts, I'm a Rasta, on my way out, no Mufasa
Need people all around the world listening
Listen up, or like Tee, it get grizzly
Some shit gone, you can't ask Blake
Ever since that day, keep my money in a safe
The f*ck is a beef, I ain't into all that drama
Rack up a check, give it right to my mama
Put in the work, I am a killer
You too easy, you no killer biller
Really, your wife still been hitting me up
(Ask me why I keep a strap feeling her up)
(She calling, I ain't picking up)
(I'm in the cut)
(Getting drunk as f*ck with a bad bitch)
Freestyle shit if I don't feel like writing
Little homies talk, f*ck a bark, I'm biting
All these ways I might die
I have to put up a good fight
Everybody know the devil start with a angel
I was selling packs before I could palm a ball
Ten toes, you know I been standing tall
I was selling rocks just down the hall
Say, what you pouring up, Tech Hi-C
Got a flair drip, call that R I C
If I got my head down, let me be
I'm up and I'm down, I been popping them beans
Rest in Peace to all the homies
I'm about my cheese, bitch, macaroni
Shit ain't great, your ass ain't Tony
Dial up, bro, you sound real phony
Drop in the function, I got white on my sleeve
Cutting all day, I'ma make myself bleed
Talking like, bitch, I'm a young felony
Shit ain't no game, it's survival
So, I'ma shoot straight as a rifle
We dress all white like it's bridal
You stay competing for the title
Everything gold just like I'm Midas
(Everything gold)