Roy Deezy – Cujo

Roy Deezy – Cujo Lyrics

Artist: Roy Deezy
Song: Cujo

Look at the way I be shittin’ on n#gg#s
I be gettin’ this money and stackin’ that dough
I made it, they hatin, they hate that I made it
They can say what they want but they already know

Load up them choppas, and b#tch if you know about me in these streets you would know I ain’t talkin’ no motorbike
Yeah, I roll with them shottas, so think ‘fore you speak ‘cause my n#gg#s, they tweak and they cold as ice
They pull up to yo’ crib where you live to collect what you owe, so it’s best that you know the price
They don’t stress ‘bout who’s home at night, ‘cause they’ll run in that b#tch and lеave messes likе poltergeists

Real top like a overbite, y’all n#gg#s be all in the way on the opposite
Y’all never accomplish sh#t, ‘cause sometimes y’all be doin’ too much like Metropolis
I just want me a bag, a b#tch, and a bath, to peel back the roof just to feel the breeze
I f#ck with n#gg#s from 9-0, Bucktown, Danville, out west, Champaign, and Killa’ Keys

Mothaf#ck if you feelin’ me, I don’t need validation from none of you n#gg#s
I can’t even stomach you n#gg#s, if I had a gun, I’d shoot every one of you n#gg#s
Bang! Kevin Durant on the chain, team full of shooters that be on the roster
I’ll hit ‘em up and that’s word to Big Poppa, y’all gon’ need more than a doctor

b#tch, when I call up them shottas
Look at the way I be shittin’ on n#gg#s
I be gettin’ this money and stackin’ that dough
I made it, they hatin, they hate that I made it

They can say what they want but they already know
Look at the way I be shittin’ on n#gg#s
I be gettin’ this money and stackin’ that dough
I made it, they hatin, they hate that I made it

They can say what they want but they already know
Not to test dude, ‘cause them guns is out like Lex Lu’
And the b#tch that’s with me got a donkey ass, and she be draggin’ that strap through
Young fly n#gg#, no layover, ain’t nothin’ out of my Range Rover

These Rob’ jeans that I rock, G, cost 500, Daytona
You just jumped off the porch, you a shorty to me [Shorty to me
I keep two .45s like a quarter to 3, uh
You can’t tell me nothin’ like Kanye

And this Audemar on my wrist cost me 3 Stacks, André
I’m a big dog, Cujo, keep shootas with me like Cool Coast
Drink Ace of Spades on my day to day because I hate Chris like Caruso
I got a checklist for my vet b#tch, I just draw it up and she do so

And one thing that I do know [Is
You just jumped off the porch, you a shorty to me
I’m Ray Charles with the work, that’s a quarter a key
Uh, you can’t tell me nothin’ like Kanye

And this Audemar on my wrist cost me 3 Stacks, André
I’m a big dog
Look at the way I be shittin’ on n#gg#s
I be gettin’ this money and stackin’ that dough

I made it, they hatin, they hate that I made it
They can say what they want but they already know
Look at the way I be shittin’ on n#gg#s
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From the album:
Cujo [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021