Roll Up
Now take a good hard look in the mirror
And look at yourself, before you start hatin' on me
Before you start hatin' on Sturla Atlas, who came from nothing
Swervin' down the 101. Right now he's the man
Everybody know who he is!
Now recognize.
(Yeah)
I just did it cause I wanted to
(Girl)
I never said the things you wanted to
But I'm still goin' up, on this drug dealer shit
With my homies yeah we made it and you know it
But you never show it, with your friends
Moving shit around town like you motherfuckin' own it
I'm always on it, and if I'm not then I'm locked in the studio
Just tryin' to be honest
Roll up roll up
But only if you want to
Blow up blow up
Ooh, oh, oh oh, oh
Smoke up smoke up
I said if you want to
Blow up blow up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Avocado booty
Tin Man's on the roll how could I be so cold?, find me when you need me girl
Why You do this to me?
Offshore bank accounts did it all on my own
And I'll do it again. UH-HUH
As long as it feeds me
Gotta bunch of baes that rely on me and need me. They love me!
Out in Paris and we peakin', european swag!
Out in Paris now she's screamin'
The crazy type, the sexy chic
Engaged in a day and married in a week, girl
The certified, she know the streets
Million dollar booty and she pop it like a freak dog
Yeah she wanted me like a freak, dog
Never felt so flustered we made love in the sheets, dog
Only made love for a week, dog
And now she wanna leave, dog!
And look at yourself, before you start hatin' on me
Before you start hatin' on Sturla Atlas, who came from nothing
Swervin' down the 101. Right now he's the man
Everybody know who he is!
Now recognize.
(Yeah)
I just did it cause I wanted to
(Girl)
I never said the things you wanted to
But I'm still goin' up, on this drug dealer shit
With my homies yeah we made it and you know it
But you never show it, with your friends
Moving shit around town like you motherfuckin' own it
I'm always on it, and if I'm not then I'm locked in the studio
Just tryin' to be honest
Roll up roll up
But only if you want to
Blow up blow up
Ooh, oh, oh oh, oh
Smoke up smoke up
I said if you want to
Blow up blow up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Avocado booty
Tin Man's on the roll how could I be so cold?, find me when you need me girl
Why You do this to me?
Offshore bank accounts did it all on my own
And I'll do it again. UH-HUH
As long as it feeds me
Gotta bunch of baes that rely on me and need me. They love me!
Out in Paris and we peakin', european swag!
Out in Paris now she's screamin'
The crazy type, the sexy chic
Engaged in a day and married in a week, girl
The certified, she know the streets
Million dollar booty and she pop it like a freak dog
Yeah she wanted me like a freak, dog
Never felt so flustered we made love in the sheets, dog
Only made love for a week, dog
And now she wanna leave, dog!
Credits
Writer(s): Logi Stefansson, Sigurbjartur Sturla Atlason, Arnar Ingi Ingason
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