Roll Up

Promised my momma nigga I'd neva fol up
3.5 on me when I roll up
Bad little bitch she do coke no cola
Try to run up leave 'em stretched no yoga
Ran through the opps wit my fn I was dolo
So many shots you'd think it's a GoPro
Bitch im a g but I am not polo
Shooters gon hang out the 4 door
So much gas but we is not at Sunoco

So much gas but we is not at Sunoco
I was in the cut wit the 40. And 4o 4o
No Santa Claus but yo bitch she a ho ho
Smoke on that blunt until I move loco
Stay on the block niggas thought we was hobos
Give you the word then you keep it on the low low
Choppa wit a dick and it screaming no homo

Back in the day nigga I was on bullshit
Hold up scratch that I'm still on bull shit
Brodie talk mad he get hit with the full clip
I got hitters from Philly to Brooklyn
I am a boulder and you is a wood chip
You is clown if you think that I would slip
Niggas ain't stood in the place that I stood bitch
Always stay wit that heat always stay on my hood shit
Don't pass me a Dutch only smoke on that good shit

I need me a bag
And I need me a milly
Run up and get tagged
And We gon pop him silly
Get popped like a pilly
These niggas ain't really
Thuggin they silly
Be playin wit death but name isnt Billy
Play wit me I get pissed I ain't talking R. Kelly

All of the opps is a comedy
Remember when nobody ain't rock with me
Steady grinding for that day I got knots in my jeans
If you try to run up you get popped like a bean
You get popped like a bean
If you think im not up must be off of that lean

All of the opps is a comedy
Remember when nobody ain't rock with me
Steady grinding for that day I got knots in my jeans
If you try to run up you get popped like a bean
You get popped like a bean
If you think im not up must be off of that lean

Promised my momma nigga I'd neva fol up
3.5 on me when I roll up
Bad little bitch she do coke no cola
Try to run up leave 'em stretched no yoga
Ran through the opps wit my fn I was dolo
So many shots you'd think it's a GoPro
Bitch im a g but I am not polo
Shooters gon hang out the 4 door
So much gas but we is not at Sunoco



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Writer(s): Zavier Iqbal
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