369 ft. Romanchikku & luvdionn! Lyrics

Three, six, nine, like oh she fine

Roll it, till you pass it to me one more time

We roll

So get stoned

And we roll

So get stoned

And to the window

And to the Wall

Until the dank smell leaves my car

And we roll

So get stoned

And we roll

So get stoned

Money make

Chase

Pull up in a fucking lay

Simply gotta count my cash bag

Make it back

Throwing 10,20's on a honey bunny ass

And the brother bout the dues

Forty acres and a mule

How I spend it all on tools

Think to myself, what else could I lose

Love is luck for fools

And if we talking, honey meet my dukes

Or my dick

If the Gucci condom fit

And If we bouncing to my house then the Nikes scratched a bit

Shit

Three, six, nine, like oh she fine

Roll it, till you pass it to me one more time

We roll

And get stoned

And we roll

And get stoned

And to the window

And to the Wall

Until the dank smell leaves my car

We roll

So get stoned

And we roll

So get stoned

Yeah we be chilling, get high as fuck

In side a Bentley truck

Imma go roll it up

Twenty-five bands

Off a swish

And I jump

In her guts

Till i rip em up

Hop off my dick

Like its double dutch

Eren Yeager with the blast

Then she gonna hit me right back, back, back, back

These rappers be acting like know it alls

All they be talking is cap, cap, cap, cap

They heard the tape and they laughed

They laughed

And pussy dudes said it was wack

Ain't no one really said that

I thought it was funny like

Like cat in hat

Rhyme scheme like Dr. Sues

Now they bumping my music

In places I don't know where at

That bitch is inlove with the fame

So I renamed my dick

And I wrote this right after I fapped

Don't get involved with a kid

I'm loose

The tooth

The gap gear I got bout to hit

Post with the Motley crew

The sack

The wood

Your girl pull up, smoke and get hit

Pushing this weight like piston

We up in The Sack doing different positions

These people wonder how I got the vision

I took twenty/twenty and made some additions

Woah Aye

I was tripping

But I'm back now

Got the racks out

Here we go

Aye

Got to many problems

Not feeling right

Losing control

Aye

Violence ain't the only option

We gon talk shit

We gon boast

Aye

Momma told me that I'm popping

To much talking

We gonna blow

You can't see a thing like my last name is Cena

If shawty is fine then I might have to keep her

Broke bitches come back like a golden retriever

I'm just getting started, I keep getting cleaner

Top of the morning to ya nice to meet ya

I hit the gas and I'm high Wiz Khalifa

Running a race, you bitches gotta keep up

Better listen to me when I speak, I'm your teacher

I'm tryna get high with a big booty bitch

But that big booty bitch just be taking a lot

I whip out the nine and I come for the block

She giving me kisses I'm ready to rock

Be afraid of the glock cause it's ready to pop

Couldn't buy all the fucks that I give out of stock

She wondering how many times did I miss

Just take a look at all the albums I dropped

Three, six, nine, like oh she fine

Roll it, till you pass it to me one more time

We roll

And get stoned

And we roll

And get stoned

And to the window

And to the Wall

Until the dank smell leaves my car

We roll

So get stoned

And we roll

So get stoned