Baby Roscoe Lyrics – Nine Vicious

Read the complete Baby Roscoe Lyrics by Nine Vicious from the album LA NY ATL along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(We in this— ro-ro—)
(Rocking with, rocking with Patrick)
What?

[Chorus]
I can’t do no wrong, Peewee, he just told me that (Say what?)
I got s*it on yo’ head right now, yeah, it might be racks (Yeah, yee, yee)
I can’t do no wrong, lil’ pu*sy, Peewee told me that (Woohoo, I’m with big slime)
I can’t do no wrong, b!tch, Peewee told me that (I’m slime, I’m slime, I’m slatt)

[Verse 1]

N!ggas ain’t YSL, stop that fake s*it (It’s slime for real)
N!ggas not YSL, stop that fake s*it
I got a hundred hoes tryna rape d!ck
Put that s*it on Nine, this s*it Alyx (Say slime)
I got cash on me (I got cash), s*it got tack on it
Taste like codeine, b!tch (What? What?), spent a bag on it (Blegh)
She wan’ woo-hoo, she wan’ pipe on it (What? What?)
She wan’ fu*k me, throw some ass on it
Want that pu*sy, I don’t care if it got nut on it (Woohoo)
Say you killing me, but you won’t put no band on it (Pu*sy b!tch)
You’ll get dealt with, woah, like your last homie (What?)
I got racks, racks, woah, I got bag money (Racks, racks, racks)
We gotta gеt them out the way (The way)
I’m thе next big thing, yeah, Lil’ Trey (Trey-Trey, Trey)
These n!ggas tried to play with that s*it, they thought I was gay, woah
These n!ggas tried to play with me, they thought I was gay, these n!ggas dumb as fu*k (Woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus]
I can’t do no wrong, Peewee, he just told me that (Say what?)
I got s*it on yo’ head right now, yeah, it might be racks (Yeah, yee, yee)
I can’t do no wrong, lil’ pu*sy, Peewee told me that (Woohoo, I’m with big slime)
I can’t do no wrong, b!tch, Peewee told me that (I’m slime, I’m slime, I’m slatt)

[Verse 2]
You’n had no hit in ten years (Pu*sy b!tch)

I’m on the phone with Carti, he said that he love me, yeah (Blegh, blegh)
I think he’s just mad ’cause his b!tch wanna fu*k me, yeah (Wanna fu*k me)
I don’t give a fu*k ’bout s*it, I’ll take his lil’ b!tch up there, up the hill (Right now)
(We in this— ro-ro—)
Come to the hill right now, show me what you’re on, pu*sy (Rocking with, rocking with Patrick)
All that fan s*it, yelling at the phone, pu*sy
There’s snot coming out your nose, I damn near shoulda wiped your nose, pu*sy (Shoulda wiped your fu*king nose)
I can’t kick this cup, (??)
I can’t kick this cup, I cannot kick this drank (Let’s go, let’s go)
I can’t fu*k your ho right now if she a lame (Let’s go, let’s go)
N!ggas so federal, they so lame
N!ggas, they so federal, they so lame (One two, one two three, let’s go)

[Outro]
Hahaha, hahahaha
Hahaha, hahahaha
Yeah, pu*sy-ass n!gga (Let’s go)
Yeah, n!gga calling your phone right now, b!tch-ass n!gga, you know what the fu*k going, b!tch (What? Say what?)
Slatt (Fu*k, blitt, blitt, don’t play with this s*it, b!tch-ass n!gga)
Woo, woo-hoo
What? Woo