Jakob Greigh - Elliott

Rollin'

Rollin, Ima spit a couple bars
All these boys were talkin shit now I'm the one who living large
Motherfucker on a trip, oh you thought were in charge
You a stupid lil bitch, jakob greigh going hard
Pull up with the clique in a murdered out jeep
Bitches hanging out the window as we shred the boulevard
Jakob packing out the function bitch I'm always rollin deep
Pull up, party always jumpin park my whip up in the yard ay
Burberry coat yeah I'm so fuckin stylish
Won't ever talk to bitches unless they dress like Billie Eilish
Oh jakob wildin he boolin out in silence
Shout out the homie Wilson but this ain't no fuckin island
Dashing out that hoe combine my substance like a hyphen
Smoking on that gas straight from the Colorado highlands
Lookin like a raider with the way I pour the tech up
Pussy talkin shit he need to go and get his check up
Got no beef with the boy he must've heard he need to catch up
Oh you got a fucking problem better say it with your chest up
Ouuu uh
Yung greigh already next up
Designer on my feet time to go ahead and step up
Ouuu yeah shout out the team
When we pull up, ladies try not to scream
Peel off skirt we back on the scene
Look like Mardi Gras bitch mix the purp and the green
Ouuu yuh shit got me sweatin like
It got me sweatin like
It got me sweatin like ouuu
Yuh shit got me sweatin like
It got me sweatin like
It got me sweatin like ouuu
Yuh shit for me sweatin like
It got me sweatin like
It got me sweatin like ouuu
Yuh shit for me sweatin like
It got me sweatin like
Whippin round Houston but I ain't la flame
I'm screwed up, im trippin, im feelin insane
Gone off the shits I ain't feelin no pain
Bitch I'm wheelin and dealin til homies grip grain
Ouuu yuh couple shots to the brain
I ain't with the violence I'm talking bout drank
Please don't let that line go lead you astray
One phone call to my bros they pull up and spray
Brrrt baow we smokin on loud
My style so wavy you can't turn it down
Bozo ass bitch I ain't fuck with these clowns
Drip or drown on the beat yeah don't die in the sounds
Hit up the plug he gon slide me an ounce
My bitch wearing shit I can't even pronounce
Oh you thought that you were the hottest one out?
In a sense just because you apart of the drought
Ouuu yuh shit got me sweating like
Got me sweatin like
Got me sweatin like ouuu
Yuh shit got me sweatin like
Got me sweatin like
Got me sweatin like ouuu,
Yuh shit got me sweatin like
Got me sweatin like
Got me sweatin like ouuu

Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Nava
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link

Other Album Tracks

All Album Tracks: Elliott >

Altri album

All Albums of Jakob Greigh >

Rockol

Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.

Feedback

Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.