Rollie

Uh
Gimme the mic
Lemme slide up on a bitch like glide
Lemme jus flow real nice
Nobody be doing it like cause I want my prize and that's alright
Im the MC CM count money that's right
AIM, who is I
Irrelevant motherfucker that be doing something with his life
Got nobody on my side

Uhh
Whenever I spaz, you knowing that im finna attack
And I'm sticking it like Tic on Tac
And im spitting it tit for tat
While im rippin and rippin the gat
Dippin and slipping the fat
While I be speaking the facts
While I be smoking the pack
Triple the money up fast
Spinnin and Killin im only kidding never quittin'
While im givin and hitting and blowing up my dynamite while the TNT ticking
And im walking with the cane im really pimping

Ay im walking wit a big booty bitch and she limping
Cooking like Gordon, like its Hell's Kitchen
Big mouth on a ho, and she snitchin
Dont want you feelings Ill break em in a minute
Dont want affection if there's nothing in it
Dont talk to me I don't want to be in it
I started this shit and you know imma finish

Ice on my wrist think the weather snowed on it
Anything everything I get above it
Dont lie to me you look stupid and funny
Dont speak, if you really know nothin

I am eternal
You a fucking square in my circle
Hide up in yo shell like a turtle
Bump in the road and I hurdle
Nothing be stopping me cause I be going full throttle

(Haha)
Mm, mm, mm
Rollie on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
Bitch I keep my stick
When you shoot you miss
Bitches like my fit, cause im hella dripped
Bitch I flood my wrist
Bitch im cold as shit
Boy, i stole yo bitch

Fight a bitch like Olay
Fucking her like its role-play
Shootin' dropping no names
Dumb bitch play all my games

Sittin' here wanting back the money that I spent
None of it was worth it not even one cent
Made me send some texts I never event meant
Nothing makes up for the emotions that I leant

You a fake bitch
You call fake hits
I didn't do shit
Seventeen but you act like a kid