Roc Marciano - Doesn't Last Lyrics
[Verse 1]Money come, money go, black Monte CarloNiggas set the bar lowWith the tech nine and the set cargoSlow the cargo, it’s escargotWhat’s touring? Never let your car showHold the RoscoeNiggas told the cops, now the spot’s blown (we out)Bobby Reeves with the costumeSend shots at your top phoneWe tycoons, my nigga, we are not coons, not coolThousand dollar croc shoesSliding in ‘em, you living like a yakuI’m out in Yemen, we nibblin’ on dry foodCrab rappers don’t wanna frack usMy back is like B. A. BaracusSmash ratchets till the shaft of my penis is flaccidThis is classic, I’m thinking past G wagonsMain dragon, super cat cabber stabbin’That’s what’s happeningJacket made of caf skinThe light that I’m basking in, remember shit in onAnd you don’t quit[Hook]It don’t last, babyIt never did, it never have, baby[Verse 2]Your raps small change, coin of phraseThe Ralph Lauren shit I’m sporting, this is all your baseYour whole coil like a snakeskinIt’s like Watergate skipped the court date just to fornicateWarpaint face, your mixtapes done in poor tasteI’m watching horses race, court madeWith the quarter to eightSlipped your whore the baitMy shit is more than great, what I orchestrateI just want my niggas to all be straightCause where I often lay it ain’t coffee cakeUsed to book niggas for change of leathersCook ‘caine, now I wrap the wood-grain in the sevenThe game is a lessonMy breath ain’t got knocked for possession after I was stressin’Move with discretenessPeace to Mexican niggas that carry weaponsBig butt *****es in leggings and 54-112sSmith or Wesson’s, I capture the best essenceThirsty heffers ass pass the refreshmentsA fresh princeWipe the hammer down, I think I left printsNigga
