Borca - Guns & Roses Lyrics

I'm rollin up when I'm on stage I smoke with the promoter
Sippin out a hundred cups I pour it in my soda
Been a while since a haircut let it grow down to my shoulder
All this bitchin you won't show up like an absentee voter
I ain't lookin at no contract, beat it, Mortal Kombat
Shorty got Modelos, got me askin "where the lime at?"
Where you get your sound at? Don't know how to find that
Catch me on the corner sippin whiskey out a brown bag
I ain't never hesitate on gettin faded on a daily basis
David Ortiz when I'm makin hits, ain't gotta run the bases
Sippin Brandy straight, I ain't never felt the need to chase it
You ain't see the gap between us, think that you been needin Lasik
You ain't seen shit
F*ck with me, Brendan pull up in a cream whip
Maxing out my badges any shot attempt I green it
Say he rock designer but he pull up in a Shein fit
Don't you even test me, put the work in 'bout like every night
Know I'm catching thunder, feel like Ben Franklin with the kite
Ain't giving you no features, boy, get the f*ck, out my sight
I'm droppin it's a holiday like King James with the Sprite
Oh you saving hoes, look at Superman go
Heard your new shit, cut my ear off, Van Gogh
If I'm slacking, know I'm still competing, feel like Erik Spo'
How you claiming you a rapper, you can't even catch a flow
In the morning, know I do this shit, bumpin on some Nudy shit
Going with the side 'cause my main girl rude as shit
Her and I, we getting high, she askin me for food and shit
Ain't never bump no Guns and Roses, more a fan of Luda shit
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That's that dirty south
Talking all that shit, you don't know what the f*ck I'm 'bout
Bitch, I'm from the Mitten where we smoking all the freshest loud
Just me and my brother, every week been eating steak at Tao