Lyrics
It's your boy Roy
It's your boy Roy
(Aye, yeah)
(Skree)
Oh wow
Roy, ooh
Yeah
I'ma get the money, make it flip (Oh wow)
Tryin' do it like me, but can't do it like this (Oh wow)
Got, got the sauce, got the steeze, got the drip (Oh wow)
Pull up to the party, get it bumping, get it lit
Stay ten toes down, you know I keep it one hunnid (Oh wow)
Ridin' with my, ridin' with my youngins
Bitch, I'm stuntin' (Oh wow)
I remember, I remember they said I'd be nothin' (Oh wow)
(Yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
I don't really think they saw it comin' (Oh wow)
But now I'm buzzin' (Aye)
Yo' girl, she love it
Fuck 'bout the budget
Sike, I'm savin', I'm on vacation
Twenty four-seven life's amazing, I'm never changin'
Just rearranging, gotta switch up (Yuh)
I swear I'm sick of all of the fake shit
I'm reclinin' (Aye)
Kickin', laid back on the island
Got my shades on 'cause you know the boy shinin'
When I'm ridin' down the coast, watch me go put on some mileage
Always in the pocket, no option but perfect timin'
I'm climbin' to different levels (Aye)
I'll never settle for nothin'
I'm really stuntin', foot on the pedal
I pay no mind to the bullshit, I keep it movin'
Really couldn't care less about what everybody doin'
Bitch, I'm lit (Whoa)
I can't quit (Whoo)
Who is this? I don't know (Skrrt)
I'm so cold (Yeah)
I'm so crisp
Do my dance, do my dance
Watch my wrist
Back it up, then make it dip, you gon' get a tip
I'm really 'bout to go get it, didn't ask for your permission
(Aye, oh, uh-huh)
Get the fuck outta my vision
I'm tryna focus on winnin'
I'm tryna count up these commas (Yeah)
Then spend some racks on my momma
This ain't a deli, you can keep all of the beef, don't want no drama
I'ma walk it out to pink and green, who run it?
Me, I'm on the scene
I see they tryna copy me, don't rest, the best I gotta be
An oddity to wannabes, been known I'm a prodigy (Sheesh)
Purdy Gang takin' over, that's why all these labels callin' me
But I just hang the phone up, I'm on my own shit
Don't even need to leave my house, I got the stu' in the crib
I'm livin' life like it's a movie but don't follow the script
Hey, Roy, remember me?
No, get off of my dick (My dick)
I'ma get the money, make it flip (Oh wow)
Tryin' do it like me, but can't do it like this (Oh wow)
Got, got the sauce, got the steeze, got the drip (Oh wow)
Pull up to the party, get it bumping, get it lit (Aye)
Stay ten toes down, you know I keep it one hunnid (Oh wow)
Ridin' with my, ridin' with my youngins
Bitch, I'm stuntin' (Oh wow)
I remember, I remember they said I'd be nothin' (Oh wow)
(Aye, skrrt, skrrt)
I don't really think they saw it comin' (Oh wow)
(Yeah)
It's your boy Roy, it's your boy Roy
Written by: Roy Purdy