Roll Up

Call my bitch up, tell her bring a friend

See everyday to me is a weekend

Secret bras, hold her breasts up

Pretty long hair with the side cut

Text my phone cause my crib got no service

Then we hit the club 20 deep in suburb

Stacking assassinated presidents

My crew full of white girls and dirty immigrants

Who you are is irrelevant

Better save it for your reverend

I get down if your pussy taste like peppermints

Before you come get it hold up

We just tryna roll up

Hit the blunt and smoke up

Hit the club and toe up

Till we fucking throw up

We just tryna roll up

Hit the blunt and smoke up

Hit the club and toe up

Till we fucking throw up

Holy mother, holy ghost

Holy smoke shotgunning down your throat

Her pussy soaking for my boat

Real bitches fuck with me regardless if I'm rich or broke

She said, "There's something about you that makes me real nervous

But I know we met for a reasonable purpose

See me and you now, we just can't be friends

Now let me tell you how this story should end"

I'mma take you to the crib

Kiss your neck a little bit

Pull them panties down south

My last bitch said I'm pretty good with my mouth

I'm fucking filthy and I love a freak

I love strippers that only strip for me

But before you come get it hold up

We just tryna roll up

Hit the blunt and smoke up

Hit the club and toe up

Till we fucking throw up

We just tryna roll up

Hit the blunt and smoke up

Hit the club and toe up

Till we fucking throw up