Artist: PNB Rock
Track: Rose Gold

Lyrics
Two tone rose gold, Cartier skeleton (rose gold, 'ton)
I ride with my dogs, whether right or wrong (right or wrong)
I got all these scars 'cause my niggas gone (niggas gone)
Tat 'em on I'm back and put 'em in my songs

Caught him slippin', left him on the news
Gotta bite now 'cause he love to chew
All these hoes in here, gotta fuck me one
New Lambo' with the trunk in the front
These niggas die bitter, they sweeter than punch (ooh)

I done made it out the bottom, baby, I ain't goin' back
Matte black on that Lambo' truck
Revolver hit 'em, they ain't solvin' that (boom)
His and her's Chanel-nel drip, too many plugs they come with extensions
Whack all the opps, don't leave no witness
Poppin' all these Percs, I need to quit it
Cop brand new coupes and leave the ceilin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hop out the drop at the opp's spot and pop shots
Young nigga worth some M's, it's crazy 'cause I also spin the block (skrrt)
Bad lil' bitch want ass shots (ass shots)
I'ma cash her out, she gon' give me that drop (give me that drop)
That bitch think she special, I drop drip all on my bad thots

Lambo' seats in here (yeah)
Stash spots, got the heat in here (in here)
Watch your body, they creepin', yeah (yeah)
Ain't no peace, no sleep in here (yeah)
Hey bro, just bring them freaks in here (in here, yeah)
If he's sweet, I'll have my young niggas eat
We gon' have a feast in here, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Two tone rose gold, Cartier skeleton (rose gold, 'ton)
I ride with my dogs, whether right or wrong (right or wrong)
I got all these scars 'cause my niggas gone (niggas gone, because they gone)
Tat 'em on I'm back and put 'em in my songs

Caught him slippin', left him on the news
Gotta bite now 'cause he love to chew
All these hoes in here, I gotta fuck me one
New Lambo' with the trunk in the front
These niggas die bitter, they sweeter than punch (ooh)

(Von, Von)
Before I die they gon' remember me (they is)
For bein' in these streets and slangin' heat, ain't ducked no enemies
I want the toughest nigga, I ain't never preyed upon the weak (yeah, yeah)
And yo lil' baby momma lip real good but that bitch pussy weak (wack)
These lil' boys can't fuck with me, 45 Glocks, they stuck to me
I be in your dreams, you can't even sleep, if you think about touchin' me (uh, what?)
Man, this shit'll get ugly, now this shit'll get brazy (it will, ok)
The way he got killed, that made me crazy
Couldn't do shit, I was in them cages
Fightin' murder ones, couldn't even see my son (uh-huh, I couldn't)
I was on the run, still throw the gun, revoked bond
Now I got the biggest bag, you know these niggas mad (I do, you know)
He tried to run off with that sack, I made him fumble then I run it back

Two tone rose gold, Cartier skeleton (rose gold, 'ton)
I ride with my dogs, whether right or wrong (right or wrong)
I got all these scars 'cause my niggas gone (niggas gone)
Tat 'em on I'm back and put 'em in my songs

Caught him slippin', left him on the news
Gotta bite now 'cause he love to chew
All these hoes in here, I gotta fuck me one
New Lambo' with the trunk in the front
These niggas die bitter, they sweeter than punch (ooh)

Two tone rose gold, Cartier skeleton
I ride with my dogs whether right or wrong
I got all these scars 'cause my niggas gone
Tat 'em on I'm back and put 'em in my songs