Secrets - Roc Marciano

Yeah baby, I’m back

Yeah, I need you to come wit' me, baby

Hop in this GT thing wit' me

And as we ride off into the night, put your head in my lap

Uh, been to Gran Turismo, fishbowl

Across the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco

Can’t get friendzoned in the end zone

Shells from the Mac-10 blow, hit your glass window

Hear the shots crescendo

Thirty-clip extendo turn your skin cold

Spit the illest flows in Kenneth Coles

Well here it goes

Visions of getting Joes in my pimpish clothes

Wrist is frigid, my thick bitch from Memphis is pigeon-toed (uh)

Wrist is frigid, my thick bitch from Memphis is pigeon-toed

This is livin', kicks is lizard, whips is six figures or bigger

Not your typical nigga, I’m particular

Articulate, I talk and the check get cut

This is considered literature, but niggas never read a book

Tell 'em look (look)

We can get em booked (booked)

Ask for the blow, we could push it raw or sell it cooked (cooked)

Hop in the Porsche 911, all you smell is kush (smell it)

I just ball in Margielas like I’m seven foot, baby look (baby, look)

I know

It’s time to go

I just want you to roll wit' me (come on, come out tonight)

Recline your seat (recline your seat)

I need you to try to see (try to see)

I just want you to roll wit' me (come on, come on, come on)

I just want you to roll wit' me (Come on come out tonight)

Uh, a baby, your fruits, and wine for you (uh)

Jamaican wine for you, make some time for you (a lot)

Ride or die for you, do or die for you

Put my pride aside for you (aside for you), the function not for you (uh-uh)

She’s a dime, daily massage at the spas

Where olive oil ballers spend dollars on you

Put designer on you, Prada, Dolce & Gabanna on you

Live wit' honor, don’t compromise your morals

That kind of life too normal for you (uh)

Soccer mom truck, Shorkie dog food

You rather twirl spliffs than whip a sports coupe (sports coupe)

Like my Cuban ho, she from L. A, came in as a runaway

Now it’s Hummers and bubb-a-lay

Fendi runners, different color wigs

Vera Wang bikinis, pretty summer days

Telling brothers you was engaged (lyin')

Ain’t that a motherfuckin' shame?

You said you was with Lorraine

You was clubbing with Puff and gang (ha)

Puffin' haze, sniffing grade-A yay out in the open like it’s '88 (psh)

Lady, you claim to change your shady ways

But it’s safe to say that you ain’t shaded, baby wait, baby wait

(Come on come out tonight)