Roll Bounce ft. Kidd Kritical & VoidxedWarranty Lyrics

Big K, no snakes, no face, no case

Pullin' up in a Wraith, got some titties on my face

Pop Perks all night, sippin' drink till it's day

Got designer on waist, I ain't talkin' bout fake

Click clack in the back, now we runnin' like tracks

Spin around one time, air it out, shoot back

Got about, quarter mills, put it in a backpack

Talkin' bout, oh shit, I'm just here to count stacks

Tellin' lies all day, cause you know that shit cat

Wrestle up, throw hands, boutta make that bitch tap

Take a pic, she a fan, see me flyin' round the map

Benjamins in the pants, four pockets, okay, shit cop

Top shot, I'm on down with this chopper

Walk him down, Rottweiler, all ice and no water

Steppin' back, couple times before I take her to the parlor

Bring it in to the home, let me walk you back

I get that pure codeine and I put it in my Sprite, uh

If she wanna go, take her on a flight, uh

And she comin' back in to stay the night, uh

All up in the legs, so you know I hit it right, yeah

AP diamonds on my wrist and they iced out

And I'm comin' back in to fuck her lights out

A lil' bitch talkin' told that, dumb bitch, to pipe down

Man, I'm comin' back in to lay the pipe down

I'm lookin' at my wrist, so you know it's my time, yeah

If that lil' bitch talkin', then I put her ass in timeout

I'm catchin' all these bags and I call that shit a touchdown

Ayy, yeah, now that's a touchdown

I'm drivin' in a tesla new brand, a new whip

Ayy, travel cross the globe, a new hoe, a new fit

Ayy, poppin' all these perks, cause I'm tryna get lit

And I'm poppin' in at shows, cause you know that I'm the shit

So I roll another one and then I smoke it to my dome, uh

I'm a big dawg, so I give her that bone

And I'm climbin' to the top, steady makin' that dough, uh

Baby, if you know, then you know

Up, Down left, right, lil' bitch, I got the cheat codes, uh

Who was that over there? We don't know, bro, uh

He was talkin' down, lil' bitch, I got the stick hoe

I'ma shoot you down real figures, I'ma get those, yeah

Red shoes on my feet when I step, when I creep

Two-step on the beat, uh

All these niggas control alt delete

Give a fuck about your bitch, I just fuck her on the beat, uh

Put it in, in, and out, and I'm in her mouth

Bitch, I'm gone, out of bounds, you can't find me now

Transform, auto bots, time to roll out

These bitches roll with me, had an afro like a roll bounce

Need a thick bitch with me just to roll out

Ain't tough without a gun, tell him to pipe down

All these niggas, they my sons, it's alright now

So i fuck your mother, break her back, she slumber, she be mine now

Yes, it's the only reason I ain't let her go, she want to party

And if I never seen her show, they gon' trust her regardless

Cause the bitch, I'm from O'Hara, and let me at the party

Dread, headed, watch out for that man, don't become a target