Top Songs By Harry Rosé
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Williams
Songwriter
Jada Roberts-Duncan
Songwriter
Alderson Exantus
Songwriter
Lyrics
Rosé
So I heard you want static?
You ain't about it ****, fuck
I'm the one who got my foot on y'all necks
I'm the one that y'all shooked, feeling perplexed
Same one to talk shit, but will never get checked
Yo if a bitch want static, that's tragic
Gunning down his block with the semi-automatics
Don't play dumb ****
You already know I been about it
Ride around D-Block, looking like a savage
Got y'all mad
Now all y'all bitches want the smoke
Glock down your throat, lil' **** finna choke
I'm a real hitta
I don't associate with bitch ****
Hit that speed dial for my shooters pulling real triggers
Either I could be the nicest dude or the meanest bitch
You pick or choose whether not you wanna see the switch
I got these **** aggy when I step up in the spot
Everybody hate on Rose when I step on the block
I got you pressed
Now let me talk my shit
Y'all **** talk too damn much
Got more mouth than ya bitch
They ain't bout action
So they cappin' like they throwing a pitch
Never hit a home run, so now they stuck ditch
Stop all that huffing and puffing, if you ain't tryna do nothing
These **** stay with the subs
And then be fronting for nothing
But when I run up on a hoe, they steady acting retarded
Don't be acting stupid
After all that b.s. you started
If a bitch want static, that's tragic
Gunning down his block with the semi-automatics
Don't play dumb ****
You already know I been about it
Ride around D-Block, looking like a savage
Got y'all mad
Now all y'all bitches want the smoke
Glock down your throat, lil' **** finna choke
I'm a real hitta
I don't associate with bitch ****
Hit that speed dial for my shooters pulling real triggers
Yeah these bitches they want static
I'm the type to let them have it
If I want it imma grab it
Don't be mad cause I be taxing
That's ya **** we could ask him
Do ya bad like it's a habit
Wanna play then I'm drag it
Can't be lagging when you lacking
Got me laughing like it's tragic
Chasing checks now I'm a casher
If you hating just stay madder
They basic and I'm badder
Im focused, it don't matter
It's like I'm climbing up a ladder
Tryna reach all my goals and if this bitch say she can beat me
Imma tell you that it's slow
If I really feel way, imma let be known
Cause I'm a real ass bitch, can't be fucking with no hoes
I'm in my own lane, show no love
We chasing goals (Shego)
If a bitch want static, that's tragic
Gunning down his block with the semi-automatics
Don't play dumb ****
You already know I been about it
Ride around D-Block, looking like a savage
Got y'all mad
Now all y'all bitches want the smoke
Glock down your throat, lil' **** finna choke
I'm a real hitta
I don't associate with bitch ****
Hit that speed dial for my shooters pulling real triggers
Yeah it was fun, yeah a nice little run
But I shut that **** up, pistol whip with my gun
I have no competition, so that **** is dumb
He should've known from the jump
That his ass would be done
Written by: Harold Williams, Jada Roberts-Duncan