Roscoe Dash 2.0 - Whole Lotta lyrics

Go Yea, like Damn it can't be real, can a cop forfil? When I'm making candy rain, and it's all for real Got me throwin all this doe, so much I don't treat the meal You ain't getting to the month, then you don't know how it feel Cream cheeses beagals, just left san diego Glove spin I spin, don't give a f** about a payroll Roll so many hits that a** cow put me on the pay roll Now when I date wontago, they there mind is just my plado That's a whole lotta money (yea), a whole lotta a** We do a whole lotta flyin, that's a whole lotta gas And my a**tray, I never have a bad day Cause throw a couple dollors I be see go make that a**quake Like go, go, do your thing girl (yea) Bu-bu-bust it like we in the super-range girl I'm blowing stupid though, but never on the same girl I'm only f**ing with er' if she down to f** the same girl (Go) That's a gang bang (woo) Bang Bang (yea) Murder Case and every night we on the same thing Ain't no way to solve it (nah) Call it what you call it If you never been around it, then you don't know sh** about it Damn it can't be real, can a cop forfil? When I'm making candy rain, and it's all for real Got me throwin all this doe, so much I don't treat the meal You ain't getting to the month, then you don't know how it feel