Rollin' Up
Oo oo, pull up wit' my tool
Make 'em boo hoo
My bitch and I rollin' up
Been rollin' up my blunt, I got it coated up
Yeah I don't know you boy
Hit you with that strike like I'm bowlin', boy
I pull up, hit 'em with that one, two
Make 'em all blue
The way I chef, I feel like Gordon Ramsay now
The way you talk, boy you better settle down
I rule this bitch, might walk the streets up in a crown
Is that your girl, it's me she put her arms around
Let 'em say one thing and don't hear 'em again
I don't give a fuck, I'm on my wave, where were you then
It's just me and my friend, Chaddanooga in that Benz
As fucked up as I been, I still get shit happenin'
Oo oo, pull up wit' my tool
Make 'em boo hoo
My bitch and I rollin' up
Been rollin' up my blunt, I got it coated up
Yeah I don't know you boy
Hit you with that strike like I'm bowlin', boy
I pull up, hit 'em with that one, two
Make 'em all blue
(Oo oo, pull up wit' my tool
Make 'em boo hoo
My bitch and I rollin' up
Been rollin' up my blunt, I got it coated up)
The way I shine, you'd think I'd try to simmer down
My shots divine, they put you six feet underground
Just flare it up, let 'em light the fuckin' town
We tear it up, in the night you hear the sound
Rollin' up, out here makin' clouds
Performin' uh, while we rollin' loud
We pullin' up, catch me on the prowl
We sew it up like Remy Boyz, we make it loud
(We in CloudWorld, bitch)
Make 'em boo hoo
My bitch and I rollin' up
Been rollin' up my blunt, I got it coated up
Yeah I don't know you boy
Hit you with that strike like I'm bowlin', boy
I pull up, hit 'em with that one, two
Make 'em all blue
The way I chef, I feel like Gordon Ramsay now
The way you talk, boy you better settle down
I rule this bitch, might walk the streets up in a crown
Is that your girl, it's me she put her arms around
Let 'em say one thing and don't hear 'em again
I don't give a fuck, I'm on my wave, where were you then
It's just me and my friend, Chaddanooga in that Benz
As fucked up as I been, I still get shit happenin'
Oo oo, pull up wit' my tool
Make 'em boo hoo
My bitch and I rollin' up
Been rollin' up my blunt, I got it coated up
Yeah I don't know you boy
Hit you with that strike like I'm bowlin', boy
I pull up, hit 'em with that one, two
Make 'em all blue
(Oo oo, pull up wit' my tool
Make 'em boo hoo
My bitch and I rollin' up
Been rollin' up my blunt, I got it coated up)
The way I shine, you'd think I'd try to simmer down
My shots divine, they put you six feet underground
Just flare it up, let 'em light the fuckin' town
We tear it up, in the night you hear the sound
Rollin' up, out here makin' clouds
Performin' uh, while we rollin' loud
We pullin' up, catch me on the prowl
We sew it up like Remy Boyz, we make it loud
(We in CloudWorld, bitch)
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Writer(s): Cloud Soulja
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