Rollin Lyrics

Rollin in that hooptie with my dawg smokin gelato and

All my niggas kick it like a nigga do karate and

Tweakin no prescription, got your bitch won't get her back again

Mom think I'm a menace cause that mac back on my lap again

Rollin in that hooptie with my dawg smokin gelato and

All my niggas kick it like a nigga do karate and

Tweakin no prescription, got your bitch won't get her back again

Mom think I'm a menace cause that mac back on my lap again

I ain't trippin bout yo lil change, I need more I ain't bout to fumble up that ah ah

Bag for a ho Kickin labels out my DM if they ain't talkin

That dough I got bad bitches in Hondas off that Miley

Rollin smoke You a pussy pay for pussy you a lame you

A joke Turn a nice girl to a ho get them grams off

For the low Yeah, bitch please, you ain't in my league

Nah My niggas buggin, some is armed like centipedes

You ain't gang, boy you ain't no kin to me nah

12 pull up on us, they gon wanna see ID I ain't tryna catch a case them Jakes don't

Like me Speeding this bucket smokin blunts, I might

Hit it more than once Keep a tool case a nigga wanna try me

Get in the back she said I do it better Might hit it once and it's back to the cheddar

Rollin in that hooptie with my dawg smokin gelato and

All my niggas kick it like a nigga do karate and

Tweakin no prescription, got your bitch won't get her back again

Mom think I'm a menace cause that Mac back on my lap again

I'm rollin up, rollin around I'm in that drop, rollin through town

The whip gon drive with the tank on E Now she wanna ride with a young OG

Shawty wanna top for a check Tell a ho give me respect

Young nigga rollin through the west side Baddie takin pics of my best side

Creepin like left eye, nigga keep a stick by the bedside

Eat a local rapper like it's lunchtime Kobe in the 4th, yeah it's crunch time

Ride for my brothers, roll with the same kin Some niggas ain't in the same bloodline

Yeah, my nigga tryna ball, let's get it Yeah, got a new check, let's get it

Yeah, cop a new stick, ain't rent it Need a new whip, all tinted

Just know a real nigga in it Rollie stamp fall on my wrist

Back to the racks, man, I need some more cash Yeah, I been on my grind, girl, I'll call

you right back Just like I'm Dame, I been doin that dash

Tell em, run me them bands, gotta make this shit stack

I can't relax, I ain't flippin no packs Girl, I might hit her once and it's back

to the bag

Rollin in that hooptie with my dawg smokin

Gelato and All my niggas kick it like a nigga do karate and

Tweakin no prescription, got your bitch won't get her back again

Mom think I'm a menace cause that Mac back on my lap again