Roll Up

Fuck that Bitch my nigga just roll that shit, roll that shit, roll that shit
I just got a pound, so homie sit down
Let's puff on this potent shit (Potent shit)
When you not around I bet she gon notice it (Notice it)
If she call you ignore that shit
Real niggas don't owe a bitch (Nope)
Nothing so homie be cool (Do you)
Let's go make these hits at the stu(let's go)
Two dutches togethers a oowop
For short we just call it a oo (Oo woo)
The sun is rising start grindin (Let's get it)
And get these prizes we eyein (yessir)
I wanna take trips to islands (I do)
I wanna the trips to Thailand (That's facts)
So I'm getting it shipped, then it's getting flipped, all of these gifts they buyin (That work)
Man I be feelin like Santa (Uh huh)
Young gorilla I'm smoking banana (Uh huh)
So many colors and so many smells I'm putting them all in a L (Ooh)
Cuz I cannot choose one (I can't)
So I'm rolling a Huge One (Goddamm)
Got this fire in my blunt (Mm-hmm)
And this fire in me I'm the one (Mm-hmm)
Yeah I could feel the sun lighting me (Right)
But I feel like I'm lighting the Sun (Fire)
My homie he stressing he said his girl trippin so what?
Fuck that bitch my nigga Roll Up! (Ayy)

Stressin all week a nigga tryna go up, im bouta
Roll UP, imma
Roll UP
And my partna hit me up he said that he got a dub im bouta
Roll UP, imma
Roll UP

Fuck that bitch yeah my nigga roll up
If she ain't suckin dick then she need to grow up
And in the back of the spot smoked out
That's how you find me
But don't mind me
Im high but still climbing
I would hate to be inside your shoes
If you still diming
And I would hate for you to catch these hands
Cause of this climate cause its
Cold den a motherfucker
Stressed out I rolled another
I be tryna chill and get my bread I know I'm on to something
Smoke me a L with my lady she love me
Bitches be running they know we be coming
Don't temp me know, don't dm me you buggin
The devil's a lie but he know that I want it

Roll one, Smoke one, and when I'm done I roll one
Big bud imma big man, fronto stuffed up with a big gram
Roll one, Smoke one, and when I'm done I roll one
Big bud imma big man, fronto stuffed up with a big gram
Roll one, Smoke one, and when I'm done Imma roll one

Stresssin all week a nigga tryna go up, im bouta
Roll UP, imma
Roll UP
And my partna hit me up he said that he got a dub I'm bouta
Roll UP, imma
Roll UP
I gotta rooooooll (Oooooh)
I gotta (Oooooh)
Stresssin all week a nigga tryna go up, im bouta
Roll UP, imma
Roll UP
And my partna hit me up he said that he got a dub I'm Bouta
Roll UP, imma
Roll UP
I gotta rooooooll (Oooooh)
I gotta (Oooooh)



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Writer(s): Carlos Orsini
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