Roll Out

I know, they ain't know what I'm on
Sorry excuse me, how I'm feelin' right now
Soon they gon' understand that
Try to do it like me you can tell 'em
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, they let me off the leash
Now I'm comin' for 'em all
Man I need another drink, it's the last call
Just gimme a minute lemme show 'em how I ball
Then we'll roll out, let's roll out
Let's roll out, we could roll out

Live, reportin' from the cockpit
Red eyes but I'm tryna get my mind clear
Celebratin' like we just won a contest
No contest, motherfuckers couldn't digest
What I'm on, man of my home
Bands on deck, you ain't gotta blow my horn
Paint a perfect picture like frida kahlo
Red or green pill don't trip just swallow that
And gon' have the time of your life
On me, no strings up, high as a kite
Watch the molly turn a straight girl right into a dyke
Soon you'll understand by the end of the night
Tell 'em

I know, they ain't know what I'm on
Sorry excuse me, how I'm feelin' right now
Soon they gon' understand that
Try to do it like me you can tell 'em
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, they let me off the leash
Now I'm comin' for 'em all
Man I need another drink, it's the last call
Just gimme a minute lemme show 'em how I ball
Then we'll roll out, let's roll out
Let's roll out, we could roll out

Just sayin', I need to get a point across
Somebody find these niggas cuz they fuckin' lost
Tryna be the boss, couldn't pay the cost
Let my chain speak for me we ain't gotta talk
I go, til, the bottle's, hollow
Smokin' on diablo, smellin' like patron and
Marc jacob's cologne, up & away new generation
Apollo shit, so ready to roll, and rockout
These lames can't ball like the nba lockout
Hit 'em in the head, might pull a knot out
Show these motherfuckers what they not 'bout
Tell 'em



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Collins, Austin Woolridge
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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