Rollin Loud

This joint crank

We gon' be at Rolling Loud rollin' loud
Gotta stay off papers can't do none with black n milds
And you can't do none with me better throw in the towel
How you got a problem can't even say what its about
That just be the hate the type of shit that make me proud
You can't bite the style best thing you can do is growl
Shit sound like meow, I got somethin that go bow
Better think it out I don't see how that's workin' out
If you strikeout with me ima get you off the mound
This a ocean not a pond, play with the big fish you gon' drown
Only right I keep a fn to help me move around
These blue tips sharp as hell they'll nail you to the ground
Niggas be too square no they could never be my round
I got out that jam just cause I don't be backin' down
I ain't never loafed again ima always stand my ground
I'm ready to go to war with anybody I let round
Tryna tell my youngins be smart and calm down
In one ear and out the other them little niggas thugged out
How I tell em put the guns down I ride wit 50 rounds
I can't tell em to say no to drugs I'm loaded right now
And we gon' be at Rolling Loud rollin' loud
Backwood not no papers, these five packs last like eight hours
Smoke so many russians I stand wit Ukraine now
Like sonic how he get them Os I'm runnin' through these ounces
Started this from nothin had to get it out the ground
Back and forth road runnin' got me piling up the miles
Got my weight up I still ain't moved enough pounds
I done had my fun with bitches I'm all bout the funds now
I be cool through the storm don't wanna see a drought
I know when it rains it pours them just blessings comin down
Glad I made it this far plenty times could of got bounced
I know God really love me I knew that as a little child
Be the last one standing when all the luck run out
Ima take advantage just in case this our way out
I been left out here stranded but I bet I make a route
We gon' be at rollin' loud with a. pound



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Writer(s): Devin Martines
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