Roll Up

Zito, this shit wavy
Mark stick up
Grahh
Yuh, aye nah, nah, huh
Fuck love, fuck, fuck love
And I'm movin' really fast to get them blue bucks, huh
I hate hangin' with them fake bitches that can't do nothin', huh
If you can't get money, then what the fuck is you fuckin' for, yuh

JB1RD, fuck that bitch, huh
You don't really need her, huh
Take a fuckin' sip, and sip my lean, huh
And we gonna smoke, smoke the pain away
I know you in your feelings, bruh you need a fuckin' day, aye

Roll up huh, roll up huh, roll up yuh
Roll up, roll up, roll up, yuh
We gon' fuckin' roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, yuh, yuh

Aye, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that get it and go, what is the low
I need that bread, yeah, I need that dough
Flip it and go, flip it and go
Yo, bitch, on my phone cus she a hoe
Decline, decline, give me the money like rewind, huh
If you run up, bam, blam, he gone

Really alone, but I stay in my zone
Got me reminiscing, I keep checkin' my phone like
When you gon' pop up again
I miss you, I hate when we had to end
But just so you know, I'ma keep it a 10
I hope you don't go makin' new little friends
I hope you're able to find yourself again
I'll keep buzzin' myself, watch the ceiling fan spin

Fuck this shit, man

Where we left off is where I'm gonna stay
So if you come back, just know we'll be okay
What me and you had really felt like a dream
And I'm sorry if I couldn't make you feel complete
And whoever you end up with next
I just want you to know that nobody could compare to me

(Nah fuck that)
Like, why would you lie to me
It ain't that hard to just keep it a buck
I locked us in when you gave me your trust
I'm sorry this ended up being a bust
Why the fuck would I leave you alone
When the only thing keepin' me stable was us

(Like, why would you lie to me)
(It ain't that hard to just keep it a buck)
(I helped us even though you lost my trust)
(But sadly we ended up being a bust)

Roll up huh, roll up huh, roll up yuh
Roll up, roll up, roll up, yuh
We gon' fuckin' roll up
Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up
Yuh, yuh, aye

I hate hangin' with them fake bitches that can't do nothin', huh
If you can't get money, then what the fuck is you fuckin' for



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Writer(s): Isaiah Jaylin Penn Dozier, Jonathan Gabriel Colin Alvarado
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