IntroBm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Verse 1
Uh
Bm
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
BmG
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Bm
Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
BmG
Yeah, Stunna number block
Bm
This New Orleans milly rock
BmG
Let 'em milly rock
Bm
Me and woe don't really rock
BmG
Evidently not, brrrr
Bm
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROCBmG
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
Bm
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
Bm
I did a show with Ja
Bm
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
BmG
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
BmG
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
BmG
They threw me in the box, eight months tops
BmG
Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped
BmG
Man when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop
BmG
The bitches' drawers gon' drop, and then the call's gon' drop
Bm
Hello?
Bm
I ball too hard, they flop, woah
Bm
And all of these bitches got ass
Bm
How did they get it so fast?
Bm
They ain't have that in the past, I still smash
Bm
In L.A. they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs
BmG
M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock
ChorusBmBm
Hollup, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
BmG
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
Verse 2Bm
And I, fuck, these, hoes
Bm
If, I, don't, doze
BmG
Off, on, that drank
BmG
If I, do, bitch you to blame, coochie lame
BmG
Weed, stank, it better be the only thing
BmG
Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game
BmG
All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter
BmG
The fireman and fire starter, need water
Bm
Woo, all of your bitches, they poo
BmG
All of my bitches, they're new
BmG
They got more bitches than you
BmG
All of these hoes is gon' loose
Bm
But my bitch keep me in the loop
BmG
She blow me like hot Campbell's soup
Bm
My woadies come out like a troop
BmG
Innocent bystander, oops
Bm
Ain't tryin' might find out your fruits
BmG
I'm in a pineapple coupe
BmG
Passin' you up like juke
BmG
Turnin' heads like a screw
Bm
Give that ho a tip
Bm
Enough to buy a whip
Bm
Give that ho some sip
BmG
She fall asleep, I dip
Bm
I'm rich, bitch
Bm
Money, Mitch
Bm
What's in that, bag?
BmG
14, bricks
Bm
You got 14 bricks in that bag?
Bm
Used to, used to drive a Masi'
Bm
Used to be locked up, with the dude that stopped Ashanti
Bm
Used to be in Hollygrove with dudes that caught them bodies
BmG
Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty
BmG
Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley
BmG
I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey
BmG
It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, drop it to the socks
BmG
OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh
Bm
Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh
BmG
It's the, it's the Roc, uh
Bm
Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah
BmG
I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah
Chorus
I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier
And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.