We Rolling

Black mask, Black gloves
Big gun, long clip
Blue flags,Catalan
In Cheverly we smoke the highest grade
Yall fake, we real
Pop gunz, not pills
Bust down, flip that
Tap that, clap that
Why
Cause we rolling, yeah we rolling
And I'm holding, and I'll smoke something
We rolling, yeah we rolling
If there's beef, we gone smoke something

BIGS guns, big blunts
Real killas, real demons
With no heart, no feelings
Love drama they'll kill yo mama
I mean homicide, lay low
Bounce back and hit that shit again
Weed darker then a haniekan
OTF is where my heart has been
Blue flag round a 22
Real killas know what that will do
These Lil bullets they will go in you/ and they ricochet ricochet
Jumped off the porch as a renagade
Most of yall niggas are minute maid
When i smoke weed its the highest grade
Hittas catch bodies then hide away
I can go where you can't go
I can show what you can't show
I can hang where you can't hang
I can bang where you cant bang
I guess its bout time for yall boys to relax
Cause everything wrote in this song is str8 facts
I pray that my niggas don't ever get killed
That the shit in ya mind when you thugging for real
Cause them niggas got guns and they busting for real/
I pray that my niggas don't ever get killed
That the shit in ya mind when you thugging for real
Cause them niggas got guns and they busting for real/

Black mask, black gloves
Big gun, long clip
Blue flags, Cadillac
In the Cheverly We smoke the highest grade
Yall fake, we real
Pop guns, not pills
Bust down, flip that
Tap that, clap that
Why
Cause we rolling, yeah we rolling
And I'm holding, and I'll smoke something
Yeah we rolling, yeah we rolling
If there's beef, we gone smoke something



Credits
Writer(s): Kabaka Ben-yisra'el
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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