rolling
Fucking a bitch while I'm making the bank
Unloading clips while I smoke up my dank
Pull up in my whip I hop out it stank
A cloudy car mean that I have a good day
They say I got Christian but I do not pray, pray
Dior on my waist give a fuck what they say, say
Look at the fit on me, I might just pull up to yo crib and flex on yo bitch, aye
Took a part in the activity on your demise, now you dead in a ditch, aye
I'm feeling real icy, I'm cold like a yeti the water just flood down my wrist, aye
4 blunts in rotation, u know that I'm baking, I got me them drugs here's a list
Rolling while I'm riding through the motherfucking town
Got the windows tinted and I listen to the sound
Lil bleach on the radio ain't nobody turn it down
Got them buggy eyes while we Smokin on the pounds
Feelin real fresh cuz a motherfucker did it
Cops pulled us over and I motherfucking hid it.
2 tabs in my mouth but I know I can't spit it
We fool the fucking pig grab the pack and then we split it
Spitting so hard shit sounds like reverse
Pop a couple pills and now we tripping off the percs
Pull up opp block and they fearing for the worst
So I pop 2 shells then they leaving in a hearse
Fiening for a drank so we park at circle k
I get lost inside my thoughts as i just stare at the display
Going deep in my head thinking what I did today
As we pull off the lot I feel like I'm led astray
Unloading clips while I smoke up my dank
Pull up in my whip I hop out it stank
A cloudy car mean that I have a good day
They say I got Christian but I do not pray, pray
Dior on my waist give a fuck what they say, say
Look at the fit on me, I might just pull up to yo crib and flex on yo bitch, aye
Took a part in the activity on your demise, now you dead in a ditch, aye
I'm feeling real icy, I'm cold like a yeti the water just flood down my wrist, aye
4 blunts in rotation, u know that I'm baking, I got me them drugs here's a list
Rolling while I'm riding through the motherfucking town
Got the windows tinted and I listen to the sound
Lil bleach on the radio ain't nobody turn it down
Got them buggy eyes while we Smokin on the pounds
Feelin real fresh cuz a motherfucker did it
Cops pulled us over and I motherfucking hid it.
2 tabs in my mouth but I know I can't spit it
We fool the fucking pig grab the pack and then we split it
Spitting so hard shit sounds like reverse
Pop a couple pills and now we tripping off the percs
Pull up opp block and they fearing for the worst
So I pop 2 shells then they leaving in a hearse
Fiening for a drank so we park at circle k
I get lost inside my thoughts as i just stare at the display
Going deep in my head thinking what I did today
As we pull off the lot I feel like I'm led astray
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Writer(s): Sullivan Scott
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