Rolling Loud

I'ma secure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)

I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh

Mix it with Promethazine, can't harm me (Oh)

R.I.P to all my niggas dead and gone, uh

I can't take the pain, numb my shit again (Uh-huh)

I can take your main, go and put your digits in (Uh-huh)

I'ma take and give her back, call it karma (Uh-huh)

I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer

Uh-huh, 'lil bitch I feel like I'm ready

Uh-huh, bitch I feel like Kid Cudi

What the fuck is you doin'? (Uh-huh)

Paul Wall with it, bitch, go chop' and screw her (Oh-oh)

Act like I never knew her

.40 hit 'em, kill 'em with the Ruger (Woah-oh)

I ain't еven know her, oh ain't that's some shit

It's okay (Oh, uh-huh)

I'ma sеcure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)

I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh

Mix it with Promethazine, can't harm me (Oh)

R.I.P to all my niggas dead and gone, uh

I can't take the pain, numb my shit again (Uh-huh)

I can take your main, go and put your digits in (Uh-huh)

I'ma take and give her back, call it karma (Uh-huh)

I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer

Getting money? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hell no, he still buying Shell Toes, uh (Uh-huh)

Racks on my Adidas, uh (What else?)

Spanish bitch, that's my amiga, uh (What else?)

I got a bad bitch with stripes, she mixed

I call her a cheetah, uh (Whatever)

Hotter than a nigga with a fever, uh (Uh)

She do white, Justin Bieber, uh (Uh-uh)

Bitch, I'm off of the meter, uh (Uh)

I got my hand on my heater, uh (Uh-huh)

Microwave, call that choppa microwave, heat 'em up (Up)

Like an abusive relationship

You know my gun gon' beat 'em up (Up)

If he up, sticky tucked, but I'm not with the snitchin' stuff

(But I'm not with the snitchin' stuff, ooh)

All these niggas talkin' tough, wait until I show up

(Wait until I show up)

I'ma secure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)

I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh

(When I feel alone, I want it all)

Mix it with Promethazine, can't harm me (I want it all)

R.I.P to all my niggas dead and gone, uh

(Dead and gone, Dead and gone)

I can't take the pain, numb my shit again

(Numb my shit again, uh-huh)

I can take your main, go and put your digits in

(Put your digits in, uh-huh)

I'ma take and give her back, call it karma (Karma, uh-huh)

I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer (Designer)