w3 roll¡n (feat. Korqo)
Hey
Come on, man
That's too easy
Okay, okay, okay
It's now time to just leave with your fuckin' ass up, bitch
We're goin' to Nasa right now, bitch
Yeah, we're gonna go to Astroworld, meet Travis Scott
Takin' a perc while goin' to twizzy planet
I don't know why, but I'm feelin really despicable
I feel like I'm gonna rob the moon like Gru
Yeah, all of these hoes of mine, my little minions
Yeah, they be coppin' my swag, they will be on my dick
Yeah, the Germany be mean, they listen to me
I got racks on my yatch, yeah
I got racks on my bugatti, got it on my tesla too
Rockin' balenci, yeah, on my feet
Walk out and say, yeah
Driftin' lean, lickin' my thing, doin' same, yeah
I don't know why, money ain't even gettin' me high
Feelin' like Travis Scott is gettin' me
Yeah, hit with my boy Gio right now
Hit the beat
Rollin' off the molly, bitch
I'm rollin', rollin', rollin
And I'm rollin' off this bitch, yeah
I'm rollin', rollin', rollin
I ain't fuck with these hoes, they
Rollin', rollin', rollin
If you trust a soul, they might stab you in the back, yo bitch
Just linked for free, and she
Rollin', rollin', rollin
We off this molly bitch
We
Rollin', rollin', rollin
Come on, man
That's too easy
Okay, okay, okay
It's now time to just leave with your fuckin' ass up, bitch
We're goin' to Nasa right now, bitch
Yeah, we're gonna go to Astroworld, meet Travis Scott
Takin' a perc while goin' to twizzy planet
I don't know why, but I'm feelin really despicable
I feel like I'm gonna rob the moon like Gru
Yeah, all of these hoes of mine, my little minions
Yeah, they be coppin' my swag, they will be on my dick
Yeah, the Germany be mean, they listen to me
I got racks on my yatch, yeah
I got racks on my bugatti, got it on my tesla too
Rockin' balenci, yeah, on my feet
Walk out and say, yeah
Driftin' lean, lickin' my thing, doin' same, yeah
I don't know why, money ain't even gettin' me high
Feelin' like Travis Scott is gettin' me
Yeah, hit with my boy Gio right now
Hit the beat
Rollin' off the molly, bitch
I'm rollin', rollin', rollin
And I'm rollin' off this bitch, yeah
I'm rollin', rollin', rollin
I ain't fuck with these hoes, they
Rollin', rollin', rollin
If you trust a soul, they might stab you in the back, yo bitch
Just linked for free, and she
Rollin', rollin', rollin
We off this molly bitch
We
Rollin', rollin', rollin
Credits
Writer(s): Enrique Contreras
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