Congo - Roc Marciano

Cherry drop top Lotus

I bury these cockroaches

Leave your rassclot top open

I had to lift the Glock with potholders

And put away your pot hold lyrics

I’ve been told where the pot of gold is

No shit, it’s not where the rainbow ends

Swizz Beats Bally’s with the feather

Any bitch that meets me

That’s a happy heifer

The heat be in the Ac Integra

The jacket’s leather

The mac, how you tweak it like Max Headroom

I ain’t done finessin'

This a test run

Hit you in the neck then

Left the gun in the restaurant

Yves Saint Lauren tee, extra large

The vest, Kevlar

That’s a hell of a bar

KY Jelly in the jar with your broad

I had to beg Allah for a fresh start

These niggas is a dub, boy

The Air Max 97's, the corduroys

Word to mother, you null and void

The pump made dumb noise

It had a brother running from the boys, hot summers

I give you this work like you unemployed

I just copped another toy

Spoiled like a new little bundle of joy

You bums couldn’t touch a coin

You won’t get near nothing

Shit ain’t got no cut, boy

Trust, this is, this is just, boy

You niggas is a dub, boy

Trust, this is, this is just, boy

You niggas is a dub, boy

I play the

Vanna White on the Rambo knife

Bust the hammer, give the handle a wipe

First like to help with animal rights

Gotta be careful

How dare you go gamblin' with your life like

Like it’s a handful of dice

You better off tryin' to dance on some ice

And some Nikes

I’m winnin' by a landslide, dike

Thirty on the waist be the pant size

Cock the nine back like a handjob

The brick in Tanama, came from Panama

Eighteen, the timepiece

This is Panerai

Bitch, you just par for the course

Fuck what the car cost

Put the money on the dark horse

I can get the order to you hard or soft

Your lady still gonna suck it if it’s hard or soft

That’s a fact jack

It’s under the Snapple cap

I had to be a pharaoh in the past

Snatch the all black Calico out the stash

Win the battle

All you seen is the barrel and the flash

Uh, uh

These niggas is a dub, boy

The Air Max 97's the corduroys

Word to mother you null and void

The pump made dumb noise

It had a brother runnin' from the boys, hot summers

I give you this work like you unemployed

I just copped another toy

I’m spoiled like a new little bundle of joy

You bums couldn’t touch a coin