The Rockers Lyrics

[Hook: Action Bronson]
White leather to the knee, we in the tropics
Left-handed, switching speeds, I'm in the cockpit
Straight from Flushing, man, we're known for using chop sticks
Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit
Hit you with the drop-kick, Marty Jannetty
Know I'll hit you with the drop-kick, Marty Jannetty
Know I'll hit you with the drop-kick, Marty Jannetty
Know I'll hit you with that drop-kick, Marty Jannetty

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Rock the shore cap, kamikaze
Burning cheese, saganaki
Greek shit, whole team sick
Hoe bitches from Cleveland on my dick because I rap
f*ck it, make it clap
Throw the money in the air then pick it up, I'll take that back, bitch
Homie, hold me down – homie throw me phoney pounds
The scent of dollars like some crispy garlic, golden brown
Addicted, but ain't nothin' prescripted
Baby clams from Montauk, mix it with the linguistics
Bitch, I'm high... [Hook: Action Bronson]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Know I'll hit you with that hot shit
Straight up off the block, roll the pot, shit
Niggas just don't wanna go to school
Act like they are, but they not sick
Money all up in my pocket
Puttin' diamonds in everything
See me out, I look rich as f*ck
Clothes smelling like Mary Jane
Bicoastal, been on every plane
Say these guys close, but these guys loco
When they see me, they know I'm vocal
High as f*ck, I need bifocals
Kush got me movin' slow-mo
Steak and eggs in my dojo
It's some Gs in there
Need some weed? I'm there
All these cars I own, ain't no keys in there...
Tappin' young niggas out...
Rollin' weed by the ounce...
Now I've got a bigger crib...
Rappin' what I'm livin' 'bout
My hair long, my weed strong, so they staring...
My weed strong, my money long, I ain't caring...

[Hook: Action Bronson]

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