[Master Roshii]

Paint a picture, hella vivid

Somehow lacking description

ADHD, you niggas hate me

[?], but tonight you hate me

When I get back to that picture

I bet that bitch be HD

See you talking from the side

[?]

Niggas, they pray to God

They plotting on my demise

Sitting, paint this picture

Then text baby girl “I miss her”

Tell my momma that I miss her

I’m just wishing I was with her

That was a cold winter

Came out of that bitch with some [?]

And what I eat for dinner? Shit

Chopped liver

[?]

Hope she don’t get some splinters

Hard shell, Donatello

[?], wave hello

Peeping through the window

I just don’t know what to sell them

And mind went flying, loose propeller

The streets need a champion

And bitch I am the [?]

Roshii hotter than the sun sun

Bitches might melt you

One day imma fly with these hazel eyes

God, I can’t never seem to find in this mind of mine

[?], that’s what’s on my wrist, I been through some shit (Ay, yuh)

Niggas, bitches, they the same

They thinking they [?]

(Niggas, bitches, they the same, they thinking they [?])

[Sicario Dashman]

You know I’m different

You be distant, switching positions

A vixen

Pay attention to my intentions

But you don’t listen, [?]

[?]

I know you hate when I’m mixing, love

Can’t help that I’m consistently inconsistent, love

Only here for the [?], let me kiss it love

Eat you up after dinner and I’ll do them dishes, love

You know my heart been racing, don’t need no Piston Cup (yeah)

Like breath in, breath out

Yeah, like breath in, breath out

No doubt

Breath in, breath out

I bet they love me now

(I bet they love me now)

[Zotto]

Ay Siri, what’s the vibe today?

She’s gon give another reason just to go and cry today

And I’m just tryna make sure that you good

Maybe come by today

But due to circumstances, shawty

I can’t make you mine today

Friends change when the

Time has changed

I make her cry when she see me

[?]

Because I move on to bigger

And finer things

(Yeah I move on to bigger)

But she always on that TikTok

I make her wrist lock

And if she see me and she’s pissed off

I tell her [?]

I want you in my corner shawty (want you in my corner shawty)

I can’t have you in this quarter shawty

She hip hopping to hip-hop

She bout to choose another motherfucker

To pick-pocket

Can’t get the key

But she still find a way to pick lock

On the road, should’ve known I don’t fuck with no pit stop

And it’s just like a pit stop, in and out

I ain’t coming over to get pissed off

I give you one shot

Now I hope that you [?]

I can’t feel the pain

But the medicine is all for the cabinet

No, you ain’t having it

Shawty, don’t know what she handling

Went too fast, handlebars shaking and rattling

If you hopping on the wave, don’t sink

Keep paddling

But she gambling in the [?]

By telling me she travelling on the go