Rollie
I know u bitches can't stand it
That I'm the baddest bitch on the planet
Pussy get wetter than janets
No nigga taking advantage
Got these niggas running rampage
Want ya nigga pay a ransom
He just went ghost like a phantom
I don't even think he handsome
He eating butt in my mansion
Ay Ay Ay
You cannot stunt on me
I dare you to front on me
It's like i got asthma
The way that I'm walking around with this
Pump on me
Pump ya brakes
Don't let them gas you
You cant run on E
I'll never run from you
But i bet you lil bitches will
Run from me
When he put the wood In this water
Feels like he sunk a tree
It's a buffet When he come to eat
I'm living so comfortably
I never had double d's
But rich boys wanna fuck with me
Big drum for the fuckery
I popped a whole lotta shit
Got a whole lotta clips
For bitches to come and see
My man juss bought me a rollie
Straight cash
My Pockets is guacamole
I don't know you and you do not know me
But if you look then bitch you owe me
People be movin so phoney
I changed my number on you
Cant call me ya homie (No)
Cant call me ya sis (Ho)
Got kicked out the friend zone
I'm pushing a benzo
Change up the tempo
Speed it up
Like my man when he beat it up
She got a nice whip key it up key it up key it up key it up speed it up
Like my man when he beat it up
She got a nice whip key it up
My nigga bought me a new coat
Pussy is pinker than Nuvo
Pussy be clinch'n like judo
Baby don't forget the shoes tho
Get the tickets for the cruise too
Beat the pussy black and blue who
You know that do it
Like i do
Ya money shorter than 5'2
My money taller than 6 feet
Keep it a buck i got big feet
But the only thing fake is a bitch weave
Talk shit get Swiss cheesed
You might need a pad
I Make bitches bleed
It's a scary sight
When we in the night
Making bitches fright
Like it's holloween
My man juss bought me a rollie
Strait cash
My Pockets is guacamole
I don't know you and you don't know me
But if you look than bitch you owe me
People b moving so phoney
I changed my number on you
Can't call me ya homie (No)
Can't call me ya sis (Ho)
Got kicked out the friend zone
That I'm the baddest bitch on the planet
Pussy get wetter than janets
No nigga taking advantage
Got these niggas running rampage
Want ya nigga pay a ransom
He just went ghost like a phantom
I don't even think he handsome
He eating butt in my mansion
Ay Ay Ay
You cannot stunt on me
I dare you to front on me
It's like i got asthma
The way that I'm walking around with this
Pump on me
Pump ya brakes
Don't let them gas you
You cant run on E
I'll never run from you
But i bet you lil bitches will
Run from me
When he put the wood In this water
Feels like he sunk a tree
It's a buffet When he come to eat
I'm living so comfortably
I never had double d's
But rich boys wanna fuck with me
Big drum for the fuckery
I popped a whole lotta shit
Got a whole lotta clips
For bitches to come and see
My man juss bought me a rollie
Straight cash
My Pockets is guacamole
I don't know you and you do not know me
But if you look then bitch you owe me
People be movin so phoney
I changed my number on you
Cant call me ya homie (No)
Cant call me ya sis (Ho)
Got kicked out the friend zone
I'm pushing a benzo
Change up the tempo
Speed it up
Like my man when he beat it up
She got a nice whip key it up key it up key it up key it up speed it up
Like my man when he beat it up
She got a nice whip key it up
My nigga bought me a new coat
Pussy is pinker than Nuvo
Pussy be clinch'n like judo
Baby don't forget the shoes tho
Get the tickets for the cruise too
Beat the pussy black and blue who
You know that do it
Like i do
Ya money shorter than 5'2
My money taller than 6 feet
Keep it a buck i got big feet
But the only thing fake is a bitch weave
Talk shit get Swiss cheesed
You might need a pad
I Make bitches bleed
It's a scary sight
When we in the night
Making bitches fright
Like it's holloween
My man juss bought me a rollie
Strait cash
My Pockets is guacamole
I don't know you and you don't know me
But if you look than bitch you owe me
People b moving so phoney
I changed my number on you
Can't call me ya homie (No)
Can't call me ya sis (Ho)
Got kicked out the friend zone
Credits
Writer(s): Kailah Sparks
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