Roll Up Lyrics

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back

Cup full of drink, yes I drink that

My tune playing, and we both feel that

Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back

Cup full of drink, yes I drink that

My tune playing, and we both feel that

Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back

Fuck with you late night I hit you on the regular

Even got your real name stored in my cellular

You my main squeeze, I swear I told that to Jennifer

Every time we link we heating up like the temperature

Body's intertwined twisted like twizzlers

Her ex man deep down, he still miss her

She fucking with a real one she fucking with the boy

The man that kick ball and got blessed with the voice

She can have a lil bit can't give too much

But that ass in them jeans it really fucked me up

Her makeup on "I only put a little on"

Girl that's enough to make me do what you want

I'm at your service like I'm waiting a table

Her last man Cain she prefer me cuz I'm Able

Send location I'll come scoop like a ladle

We independent artists we don't need a label

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back

Cup full of drink, yes I drink that

My tune playing, and we both feel that

Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back

Cup full of drink, yes I drink that

My tune playing, and we both feel that

Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back

I wanna buy you the finer things in this life

My pockets ain't bad but they ain't that nice

They can get you something nice and light

But you can live in these words when I write

You fall in love with the boy you cant die

So I ask if she wanna live forever in this life

A 9 or a 10 that's on her worst day

Big bunda big heart she nice like my wordplay

She got self respect i didn't hit the first day

She play me like PlayStation I get no play

Still fuck with her maybe it's her mental

She could be First Lady If she feeling presidential

She thinks I'm trouble she thinks I'm special

Goes against her instincts, dances with the devil

She look me in my eyes she can't help herself

She know Ima be bad for her mental health

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back

Cup full of drink, yes I drink that

My tune playing, and we both feel that

Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back

Cup full of drink, yes I drink that

My tune playing, and we both feel that

Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back

I said yes I give it back

I said yes I give it back

Oh, yes I give it back