Lyrics

[Verse]
Crib lookin' nasty, call it roach motel,
Dirty floors, dirty walls, this ain't no fairytale,
Piss bottles line the hall, smellin' rank as hell,
Rooster on the couch, passed out, whatchu tryna sell?

[Verse 2]
N.T.F, yeah, she livin' triflin',
Dishes in the sink, man, it’s like she trifecta,
Moldy leftovers, lookin' like an art project,
Roaches in the fridge, ain’t no need to inspect.

[Chorus]
Piss bottles, roaches, livin' in decay,
Rooster in the corner, strung out every day,
N.T.F, a mess, ain't no other way,
House lookin' dead, like it's judgment day.

[Verse 3]
Roosters on the loose, nah, I ain't talkin' farm,
Dirty house, dirty crew, causing all the harm,
Couch full of stains, lies and broken dreams,
Behind your back, talk bout cleaning schemes.

[Bridge]
Neighbors lookin' mad, man, got 'em freakin' out,
Kids scurry past, whispered words, full of doubt,
N.T.F still struttin', thinkin' she got clout,
Whole block know she lyin', dirty, inside-out.

[Verse 4]
Rooster claim he a king, but he sittin' wild,
Be a royal mess, ain't been clean in a while,
N.T.F think she slick, but we clock her dial,
House screamin' filthy, nothin' to reconcile.