Trenchcoat Wars by Roc Marciano Lyrics
[Intro]
Ugh
You already know
Pimpstead niggas give it up (you heard?)
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Niggas straight trash, you don't even know the half
Scheming mad, I ran up in Neimans and blew a bag
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
A hundred rounds out of the machine made you lean back
You Mac's soundin' like Ali hittin' a speed bag
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
[Verse: Roc Marciano]
Yeah
The Gore-Tex boots' waterproof, the Yacht-Master Rolex' nautical
For the storm I brought on my all my sporting goods
Blew the horn of a charging bull
Drive by's in a foreign CEO carpool
Spinning corner like a whirlpool, twirl a fool (spin em)
Eventually everything comes full circle
You're caught slippin out past thе curfew like a Church shoe
Thе barrel turned on 32, this truly old-school (old joint)
Lil homie this ain't poney, this coat made of coyote
Quit playing out acting like you know me
My old lady look like Naomi
Hoe can't play with me you must be taking peyote
Stash the loaded the .380 in a jamaican rollie
Take all your trophies leave you naked and lonely
Just for thinking the game you playing Rosie
This shit ain't no ring around the rosie
Can't bring a eighth of cocaine around when they nosy
Bitch sniff it out like a Doberman from the open end
Every word I wrote with the pen and let out dopamine
Doors are opened with keys made from coca leaves
The spoon full of yayo in the rosary beads
Send you home with the rosy cheeks, nose freeze
This is enough blow to satisfy even Tony's needs
I still own the league, you hoping I blow my knee
You eye your hoe she won't blow my meat
I'm elite, I'm the peak
What you think you got in common with me
You're not even unique (regular)
Eat your plate and chew, I'm a foodie
You can skate on my jewelry like Kristi Yamaguchi
Breaking bricks we made a karate movie
This is quality music, the economy needed boosting
Even my bitch got a body and I ain't talking about booty
I told her how to use the uzi and not be snooty
(Outro - excerpts from the "Scared Straight" documentary)
And if you think you're tough, you don't know what tough is
I'm bad, you see me, boy, I'm bad
You see them pretty blue eyes of yours?
I'll take one out of your face and squish it in front of you
So you can watch
You see because I think that you (...)
I don't think you're listening to me
What did I just say?
(that you'd take one eye out and squish it)
Do you think I would?
(yeah)
You damn right I would!
Ugh
You already know
Pimpstead niggas give it up (you heard?)
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Niggas straight trash, you don't even know the half
Scheming mad, I ran up in Neimans and blew a bag
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
A hundred rounds out of the machine made you lean back
You Mac's soundin' like Ali hittin' a speed bag
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wag'
[Verse: Roc Marciano]
Yeah
The Gore-Tex boots' waterproof, the Yacht-Master Rolex' nautical
For the storm I brought on my all my sporting goods
Blew the horn of a charging bull
Drive by's in a foreign CEO carpool
Spinning corner like a whirlpool, twirl a fool (spin em)
Eventually everything comes full circle
You're caught slippin out past thе curfew like a Church shoe
Thе barrel turned on 32, this truly old-school (old joint)
Lil homie this ain't poney, this coat made of coyote
Quit playing out acting like you know me
My old lady look like Naomi
Hoe can't play with me you must be taking peyote
Stash the loaded the .380 in a jamaican rollie
Take all your trophies leave you naked and lonely
Just for thinking the game you playing Rosie
This shit ain't no ring around the rosie
Can't bring a eighth of cocaine around when they nosy
Bitch sniff it out like a Doberman from the open end
Every word I wrote with the pen and let out dopamine
Doors are opened with keys made from coca leaves
The spoon full of yayo in the rosary beads
Send you home with the rosy cheeks, nose freeze
This is enough blow to satisfy even Tony's needs
I still own the league, you hoping I blow my knee
You eye your hoe she won't blow my meat
I'm elite, I'm the peak
What you think you got in common with me
You're not even unique (regular)
Eat your plate and chew, I'm a foodie
You can skate on my jewelry like Kristi Yamaguchi
Breaking bricks we made a karate movie
This is quality music, the economy needed boosting
Even my bitch got a body and I ain't talking about booty
I told her how to use the uzi and not be snooty
(Outro - excerpts from the "Scared Straight" documentary)
And if you think you're tough, you don't know what tough is
I'm bad, you see me, boy, I'm bad
You see them pretty blue eyes of yours?
I'll take one out of your face and squish it in front of you
So you can watch
You see because I think that you (...)
I don't think you're listening to me
What did I just say?
(that you'd take one eye out and squish it)
Do you think I would?
(yeah)
You damn right I would!