Rollout Lyrics

What In the world you got in that bag what you got in that bag

Well in my bag... I got notepads gas and a little bit a apple juice

And that's all for me

I need privacy people askin questions like it's they profession

Either want ya blessings

Or they tryna find out how you learned ya lesson

Mind yo damn bidness do you get the message

Imma hard workin never stopping grinding ain't a fuckin option

If you knock me down then imma keep on climbing

Niggas said I'm aging but it's perfect timing

Yo clock be tickin I'm on rolly timing

Boi I'm shining brightly I got holy lighting

This'll shock you niggas like if Raiden fightin

Mortal kombat nigga bringin rain and lightening

Why you wanna kno what I'm doin

Textin me askin me who am I screwing

Askin did I make it yet did

I make it big with the things I'm pursuing (Holup)

Yeek yeek

Get up off my DICK

I need a little room to breathe

And tryna stack bread like the kitchen empty

And a sandwich the only thing left to eat

My recipe is keep silence... and work like you on front street

I really don't condone violence...

But keep pressin imma impress wit these (What you askin me?)

What in the world is in that case what you got in that case

Get up out my face you people is fake tryna save face

But we kno that hate so shake shake

ROLLOUT

It's just me and my homies tryna ride wit the Top Back

These Pocket watchers tryna live yo life need to Stop That

You askin way too much I'm bout to go head and block that

I'm just tryna find my spot somewhere in life where the Top at

What in the world you got in that room what you got in tha my room

Couple of racks couple of shoes matter fact more that so much weed

You wouldn't think it was true

You used to seeing rappers tell it all but I believe in keepin

It to myself

Cant steal not none of my happiness

Like it's locked in a safe sittin on the high shelf

Gotta get you some businazzz

While you worried bout me who worried bout yo kids

Now look at yo BITCH ASS

Tryna always oversee people now you see people these people in last!

They can't be in first they follow what you do

It hurts they wanna see swallow and consume ya work

Make a duplicate but don't include ya worth

What am doin? Textin bout money if not then it's uuuuseless

I'm just tryna get a check respect it or not

But just keep the shit moving move it BEEP BEEP

Get out my waaay

I'm willing to fight for everything I write down

Like I'm speed bag training heavy weight

Gaining bout to knock a nigga lights out

Keep quiet and work while they don't see me

Tell em keep the same energy when they catch me up doin big things

Is that yo wife yo girlfriend or just yo maaain bitch

You take ya pick cause she know it is

While you wonder i all in the kitty and then WOOO

It's just me and my homies tryna ride wit the Top Back

These Pocket watchers tryna live yo life need to Stop That

You askin way too much I'm bout to go head and block that

I'm just tryna find my spot somewhere in life where the Top at