Roll Da Dice ft. JSorDot Lyrics

Hunnid' rounds, spit the bars, yeah we need that flow precise (yeah yeah)

All around, get the beat and drums I make it very nice yeah

Run it down, take some chances like I roll the dice yeah

Wear the crown, if I said it, I won't say it twice yeah

Run up the numbers the money is getting real thick now my wallet is weighted (yeah ay)

Catch me in public I'm clearing my mind and if you gon pop out I will never be faded (ay yeah)

Started with melodies and they were trash but I gave it some practice and now I upgraded (uh yeah uh)

Why don't you switch up the DAW and start using a better one, I don't see how that's related

None of this was done by chance it's all been calculated

Share the music with the bros the outcome's celebrated

Take some notes, the lyrics write em down it's annotated

Get a flow that's catchy, wanna get them captivated

Went from the left to the right when I switch

Not gonna hit up a million people to see if I'm valid for wanting to diss

Just keep on writing em down with the pen and the paper cause they going straight on my list

Straight on the list, like what is this, taking the risk yeah yeah yeah

Hunnid' rounds, spit the bars, yeah we need that flow precise (yeah yeah)

All around, get the beat and drums I make it very nice yeah

Run it down, take some chances like I roll the dice yeah

Wear the crown, if I said it I won't say it twice

Ask them questions like a fed, I ain't ever seen or read

Everything I do I flip it right and make the bread

Go to casino and I bet it all on red (bet it)

This a wild 50 - 50 chance, I'm betting with my life, okay, alright

I ditch the phone and pick up paper writing with my life (write it out)

Because ill stretch him with a knife exclamation point like I'm feeling alright (uh)

Got them taking notes because I really am precise (really really)

Super thighs got me feeling double XL with the white like a mime yeah

Got me tripping cause your body so divine yeah

It's a thing from God I must find yeah (mhm)

Running back at it I get it again, I run up the numbers my money is spent

Wallet so big no longer fit the 10s, catch me in public I'm washing my Benz

Pop out and you'll never get to see your kin

Stress the side down like the dude from the friends

Cubans really come in 10s, hit him with the K got to knock out his Spens

(Let me tell you a story) (uh) (Let me tell you a story) (uh)

Spiked on a train he won't ever fit in

Exotic girls and they want me to spin

Pockets so large not looking for 10s

White boy from the burbs' his name was Glenn.

Game was unfamiliar so I had to fit in

White stain on the backpack because I'm really killing

Hunnid' rounds, spit the bars, yeah we need that flow precise (yeah yeah)

All around, get the beat and drums I make it very nice yeah

Run it down, take some chances like I roll the dice yeah

Wear the crown, if I said it, I won't say it twice