Roll Me Over (feat. Akbadd)

Fuck the 3rd time imma out em on they first strike
Bird fly, only ever catch him in the 3rd stripes
3rd eye wide open see you in the worst light
Birthed by a motherfucking jungle where the birds cry
Can't be hurt by a no name pushing no weight
Born in '98 but been working game since '08
Said no wait, we pushing ahead not pushing no breaks
You snowflakes be wishing him dead bruh you is so late
Had to switch the I.D. but got similar issues
You keep stumbling into hiding tho the kid hasn't bit you yet
Use the thumb to roll it tightly yeah this shit is habitual
Roll in black hoodies nightly so all you see is a silhouette
Tell em Ak, they hella wack I send em packing
Send the telegraph I'll welt em up on they back and crack it
Sick of being humble now the hibernation over
I threw em up in the gutter now his highs is getting lower

Since i was a young guy had the Devil on my shoulder
I became my own God as I got a lil older
Work the hardest on God bitch I am my own promoter
Spittin game so live they gon wanna roll me over
They gon they gon they gon wanna roll me over
(See me smoking in the Buick) they gone wanna pull me over
(Swearin if they catch me solo) they gone run and roll me over
But they know that imma do it so I'm rolling with some soldiers like this

Bruh they know it's me saucy
Throwing 7's 4 3
And I'm dripping like a sycamore tree
Hatin cause the confidence and drip will get you salty
Mean mugging, counting up the drip they bitches bought me
Took her I was calm, I'm the bomb bruh it's Cooker
With a looker on his arm, rock a charm with the boogers
They gon have to roll me up like some cookies in the seven cent
They hella bent
All the competition is irrelevant
Telling it cause nobody else is telling it
I'm dope and they know I'm selling it
I'm hoping they know they that I ain't getting fucked, nope, celibate
Credited to rebel shit my pleasure to be reppin' it
It's definite I'm fresher than a peppermint
And now I'm in the session with my youngin, getting blunted
rhyme and smoke on pressure bless em with the finest that 100
Brush the dirt up off my shoulders
Hush the word from all the rollers
Bitch I'm on the road smoking
They gon have to roll me over on God

Since i was a young guy had the Devil on my shoulder
I became my own God as I got a lil older
Work the hardest on God bitch I am my own promoter
Spittin game so live they gon wanna roll me over
They gon they gon they gon wanna roll me over
(See me smokin' in the Buick) they gone wanna pull me over
(Swearin if they catch me solo) they gone run and roll me over
But they know that imma do it so I'm rolling with some soldiers like this



Credits
Writer(s): Chaz Ross
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