yeah they know they know they know it s rogers they know they know they know they know since they screaming time is money went and got me some rollies yellow purple label shirt that match with my kobe s and i don t look at no tags no i don t look at no price left one plain jane the other flooded with ice that i can rock at my show all i know is get dough might just leave my jewelry on when i m hitting a hoe yeah my shit way colder i done been all over got a quickie at mr chow tell the chick to bend over now i m leaning in a coup my bucket sitting low run up on this car and i m a tag your big toe heckler koch shit kick like a rhino nobody hating he perpetrating and i know i smell like ysl ladies know me well known in the streets for selling weed and fish scale mole street bussin down a trash bag cocaine jag all they see is paper tags got a line out cali get gallons of the water take a ride with the 30s and sell them for a quarter if it s cod tonight i might cover the order it s bucky rogers aka the transporter fuck how they feel fuck what they say same pussy boys that can t walk around their way put a bounty on their head my niggas thirsty i got distinguished shooters they all worthy they say they looking for me but i ain t hard to find last time i seen them they was quoting all my lines and i m not talking bout no rap niggas i m only entertaining other trap niggas showing her life she never seen black sand 17 hour flight just to get me a tan just to rock my new clothes just to shit on my foes got chanel sandals on just to show off my toes my luggage cost more than niggas cars do treat every bitch the same i never fall through caught him without his boss he gave me teeth and palms see me in the hood but believe i m getting mine flipping like dirty kids on a mattress keep talking son gonna be a bastard cuz we don t pull it out less we gonna blast it i m talking funeral service and closed casket streets want me to win stacking more than i spend messing with her really wanting her friend you come at my neck i come at your chin my youngins will shotgun you just to see how you spend i done had too much drink and too much smoke spend a dime of c notes it all smell like coke you temporary niggas gotta leak in your boat you wanna hang yourself i ma hand you the rope you feeling sensitive better use dove soap every bar i spit niggas think that i m dissing but if the shoe fits you pussies then i think you should listen it s fdm6 bitch fresh out the kitchen