Trenchcoat Wars Lyrics – Roc Marciano
You remind Pimpstead niggas getting heated up (hear it)
Niggas straight trash, you don’t even know the half
Scheming mad, I ran up enemas in a blue bag
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wagon
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wagon
A hundred rounds out of the machine made you lean back
You max on the light got (?) heading speed back
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wagon
Blowing gas, rolling in the G-Wagon
The ***-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 the curfew like a Church shoe
The 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
*** can’t play with me or must be taking peyote
Stash (?) 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 *** ain’t no ring around the rosie
Can’t bring a eighth of *** around when they nosy
*** 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 leafs
The spoonfull 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 *** 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)
If you play troop I’m a footie
You can skate on my jewelry like Christina Yamaguchi
Breaking bricks we made a karate movie
This is quality music, the economy needed boosting
Even my *** got a body and I ain’t talking about booty
I told her how to use the uzi and not be snooty
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!