Rollin'

They don't want to see my profit up
But I'm but I'm rollin'
Butter cutter I'm a flow lover
Go bowling
Gutters up your alley
In the valley we strolling
Corona didn't warn you
But I'm sick with the flowing
Gin and tonic
Cause the winning chronic
Bubonic
I'm on it
On the track like sonic
Picking up your rings
Know I'm finna be king
It's the little things
That'll bring
Whole lot of sting

You a bad pick up
Won't stick up no bully
I'm a rad killer
That lifter
No pulley
Won't go through me
No bullet
Can blow through me
I'm a road runner
Cold stone stunner
So gonna
Murder everybody
Boy your form is shoddy
My karate
Lift ya soul up
Like I'm scottie
Preaching like I'm Ghandi
But I walk with a shotty
And your bitch call my papi
Uh
And I eat it like biscotti

They don't want to see my profit up
But I'm but I'm rollin'
Butter cutter I'm a flow lover
Go bowling
Gutters up your alley
In the valley we strolling
Corona didn't warn ya
But I'm sick with the flowing

Got more scores than Zimmer
Sitting under floorboards
Snort slopes no winter
Imma need snowboard
Don't snore saw you slipping
Looking at the score board
Four more bodies
Till I call myself a warlord
Casa migos with my migos
Imma need like six more
Dick stroke at your lady casa
What the pics for
This low key
Like the whip that'll it stick for
323 sleeper
Listen when I hit floor
Fucking up the beat
You people prolly think I'm nympho
Schizo when they giving problems get the info
Lean mean five percenter
Can't see through the window
Muzzle flashes give you roller blades
This shit a disco
Bags from casino chips
Calls from nabisco
Got more bars in my celly
Then at Cisco
You can line em up
From here to Francisco
If you wanna hook
Then I'm swinging like Klitschko
Bitch
I told you motherfuckers
I'm not playing with this rap shit
This is Dirty motherfucking Russo

They don't want to see my profit up
But I'm but I'm rollin'
Butter cutter I'm a flow lover
Go bowling
Gutters up your alley
In the valley we strolling
Corona didn't warn ya
But I'm sick with the flowing
Gin and tonic
Cause the winning chronic
Bubonic
I'm on it
On the track like sonic
Picking up your rings
Know I'm finna be king
It's the little things
That'll bring
Whole lotta sting

Lotta sting when I'm singing
Got the police ringing
Escobar get to swinging
With the dope we slinging
Getting cheddar till I die
There is no free living
They don't know about the grind
With their toll free living
But I'm holy giving
And I'm hoe forgiving
Cause Lord permitting
Imma be dough swimming
Rollie go grinning
Rolls royce rims spinning
Big pimping
No simping
Leave my thick chick limping



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Kudrow
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