Rolling Lyrics

Yea, it's YMT homie

I'm the fiend neighbor

And I'm the feather neighbor

The Greatest Warrior

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling,

Yea

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling Dawg

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Tell them

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling,

Anh Hey forget your whips

We got no brakes

We don't fake

Aww no, no, no

Up in the lane

Push it forget brakes

Push it to the limit

Till them fuel tanks will leak

Expand the speedometer

Think we need an ammeter

Whips all metal

Boy I surely need no carpenter

Fly out of my lane

Before your hood will buy a casket

Flow Dripping Over

Think you neighbors need a basket

Lines all foreign messing with me

Neighbor far-fetched

Ask in the hood

Who sees a pretty lady's bra first?

Yet Money T and boy I'm messing all them brown skirts

Guns in my pullover

Chase me and I won't pullover

Get a helicopter and I might mess it neighbor whoever

Stepping till it breaks but no breaking till it steps

You'd be looking for my body u will only find a trap

Cos boy I got it right it's YMT u know it

I'm married to the music

I don't sleep over this babe

It's paw paw flow until the FN ceiling leaks neighbor

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Yea

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling Dawg

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling,

Tell them

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Anh

Hey forget your whips

We got no brakes

We don't fake

Aww no, no, no

All my lines extemporized

Pistol by my side

Had my mama on my mind

On nine eleven my brother died

My haters had nausea i gave them ymtase

Now they looked me in the eye

And soon enough they got their taste

Life is all partying, making money hustling

And when I hit them up I rocket off no fumbling

Life is all partying, making money hustling

And when I hit them up I rocket off no fumbling

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Yea (Yea)

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Dawg (You know what Lyrix Hyper)

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Tell them (Charlie way back man, 2012 UG)

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Anh (when we started way back, they all thought we was joking)

Hey forget your whips (But this is the reality man)

We got no brakes (For realer for realer, on a chase, YMT for real)

We don't fake Aww no no no (That's how it goes)

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Yea (Friends come a dime a dozen, that's what Pac told me)

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Dawg (That's why I broadened my chest like Conan)

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Tell them (Be real be real, for sure for sure)

We rolling, we rolling, we rolling, we rolling

Anh (When we standing right in the lane, you know we coming for you)

Hey forget your whips

(All you and your crew, all you and your hood man, we taking over)

We got no brakes

(For sure, for sure, on a chase 215) We don't fake

(Boi P, Saint K, Mystic, what you saying?) aww no, no, no