Rolls

Attention, Salute
Dark Boy coming for the loot
Drumma boy know we gone shoot
Money got us stuck like, glue
You know we gone slide
Switch the car up double R outside
I been going hard for tomorrow and today
Going harder on today cuz tomorrow don't lie
I would never fuck with a deadbeat bitch
If I did I would probably jump start her whole life
These weird ass niggas
Don't know what they like
Until they see another nigga
Who done brought it outside
I'm a simple man dog
Don't play with what's mine
It's a grown man game
When you play with yo life
It's limbo we gone set the bar up high
The best ones fend to get it lowered over time
Inside cinnamon the outside white
Panoramic roof see the stars outside
Switch cars up see the stars inside
I got too many girls I like
But a bitch don't get
What a boss don't sign
All these niggas claim to be a boss online
The Thing about a boss is a boss gone shine
Could have built it from the ground but it's not like mine

Cuz Inside cinnamon the outside white
Got a whole cinnamon roll parked outside
Rather get hit then let him hit my bitch
Guess I'd rather swallow blood
Then my god damn pride
Blacked out twice still woke up high
Had two different hoes going out they mind
200 through the hills I do not know why
Guess I've got too much on my mind
I was going 200 I do not know why
Guess I've got too much on my mind
I done blacked out twice still woke up high
Guess I've got too much on my mind
Got two hoes going out their mind
Guess I've got too much on my mind
Rather get hit then let him hit bitch
Guess I'd rather swallow blood then my god damn pride
Yeah
Said I'd rather swallow blood
4 pretty friends Lil baby fuckin up
Let her climb on let lil baby fuck it up
I never been friends with yo man such and such
Ashes to ashes ya man is some dust
You know I got plans just for us
Niggas stay cappin nuttin ever happen
Instead of working on the self
They working on the captions
Women follow everything down to the fashion
I could list too many shoulda coulda woulda
Bitch I been thru shit but I can't really say what happen
I can't help how I come off like her lashes
I get so passionate bout all my passions
Every action gone have a equal reaction

Inside cinnamon the outside white
Got a whole cinnamon roll parked outside
Rather get hit then let him hit bitch
Guess I'd rather swallow blood
Then my god damn pride
Blacked out twice still woke up high
Had two different hoes going out they mind
200 through the hills I do not know why
Guess I've got too much on my mind
I was going 200 I do not know why
Guess I've got too much on my mind
I done blacked out twice still woke up high
Guess I've got too much on my mind
Got two hoes going out their mind
Guess I've got too much on my mind
Rather get hit then let him hit bitch
I'll swallow my blood for my god damn pride



Credits
Writer(s): Antuane Dawaune Scott Smith, Cottonmouth Scotty
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