Roc Marciano - Willie Manchester lyrics

[Verse 1: Mega of S.A.S.] I'm tryna eat 'til i inrease my banks guap 'Til I'm obese and hopping out of that tan drop (rollin') Invest like i was wearing a tank top Since they all sheep i'll turn these f**ers to lamb chops Create a major verse, my main concern Watch the blazer burn plastic rappers to ashes And make an urn (scoldin') Wanna be luxury living? Wait your turn Ballin'? They on a commission...David Stern A scar on my face but no I ain't Al Pacino I'm hotter than boarding flights to Puerto Rico with kilos Roc Marci, Mayhem and Cito... we don't play Leave that sh** to a casino with me OK... Aye, aye I ain't the one you wanna stunt on Fendi trench at any event, come on (reversible) Pull the shotty out, then i buss rounds So when you're hearing those buckshots just duck down [Verse 2: Mayhem of S.A.S.] Hot topic. Groupies gossip that i'm hot sh** My Moroccan chick that shop lifts always got bits Average retailers wouldn't stop this Off the top turnbuckles how i drop kicks On my rock sh**, i stage dive into mosh pits So fly she takin' plane rides on my co*kpit Alien, f** a s*ut from Terrace Projects! In a unidentified foreign object! 80's poses, we squat for the cameras I'm a bachelor, thirst is not in my character (suave) So ill i should be quarantined Now they fear me like I stepped outta horror scene f** an iPod i'm getting you touched The weapon is tucked for any n***a steppin' to us AK behind the painting, ready to buck My new titles Count Runway, address me as such [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Let the shotgun smoke, sprinkle the coke Life's like a tight rope... It's nice to know the right white folk Check and trap i'm like Kenny Red with the mouthpiece Copped a house out in South Beach Move powder with loud heat Plow your hoe at the mo' like a foot of snow It's like a free-throw, thousand dollar fee show, piece glow Magnifico, keep a freak she from Puerto Rico Sniff perico, with the fatty she petit though, deep throat Coolin' out blowin' cubans with druids My ice kinda blue-ish, Vuitton Louis, the newest, move fluent Thread the eagle with the needle... shoot it Police feud it, my hate for D's is deep rooted Dsquared ski wear, then leave your stare medium rare f** being fair it's best to beware Clap your tummy, crash dummy I'm in that black thing sittin' lovely Prettier than a bag of money... buddy