FAT ROLL$ (feat. G-Slack)
Actually I do cuss a little
Do you
Also yeah
What's your favorite cuss word
Probably
Fuck
My money got fat rolls
You a get stamped pose
I can't fuck with no rat ass hoes
No
Lettem all burn bowls
We a torch him alive like coal
I don't know if I sold my soul
Fuck it
Cause I'm making hit after hit after hit after hit after hit after hit after hit I don't miss
I know that I'm bound to get rich as a bitch i know it
I don't know after this how my life's gone feel
I smoke weed breath breath
Fuck yo percs I don't like no pills
They call me g I'm gettin rich in this bitch
Ain't doin shit for a hit mind playin tricks not the cereal for kids
Way to lit like a lighter on the wick fire fighter boy I'm quick
Don't mind me I'm just smoking to forget everything a nigga did
Way back then
Pop out at events just to go knock down ya friends
Size ten tims nigga we stomping ya chin throwing you out in a bin
Knock out ya teeth nigga ya tastin my feet then ima break all ya limbs
We boutta spin
We Pullin up in a jeep it got the brand new rims
Fuck Fuck
My money got fat rolls
You a get stamped pose
I ain't fuckin wit rat ass hoes
No
Lettem all burn bowls
We a torch him alive like coals
I don't know if I sold my soul
Fuck it
Cause I'm makin hit after hit after hit after hit after hit after hit I don't miss
I know that I'm bound to get rich as a bitch
Do you
Also yeah
What's your favorite cuss word
Probably
Fuck
My money got fat rolls
You a get stamped pose
I can't fuck with no rat ass hoes
No
Lettem all burn bowls
We a torch him alive like coal
I don't know if I sold my soul
Fuck it
Cause I'm making hit after hit after hit after hit after hit after hit after hit I don't miss
I know that I'm bound to get rich as a bitch i know it
I don't know after this how my life's gone feel
I smoke weed breath breath
Fuck yo percs I don't like no pills
They call me g I'm gettin rich in this bitch
Ain't doin shit for a hit mind playin tricks not the cereal for kids
Way to lit like a lighter on the wick fire fighter boy I'm quick
Don't mind me I'm just smoking to forget everything a nigga did
Way back then
Pop out at events just to go knock down ya friends
Size ten tims nigga we stomping ya chin throwing you out in a bin
Knock out ya teeth nigga ya tastin my feet then ima break all ya limbs
We boutta spin
We Pullin up in a jeep it got the brand new rims
Fuck Fuck
My money got fat rolls
You a get stamped pose
I ain't fuckin wit rat ass hoes
No
Lettem all burn bowls
We a torch him alive like coals
I don't know if I sold my soul
Fuck it
Cause I'm makin hit after hit after hit after hit after hit after hit I don't miss
I know that I'm bound to get rich as a bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Shamon
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