ROLLIN

Yeah

I've been rolling up pain

I've been rolling more drugs

I've been rolling, rolling, rolling stone

Rolling, rolling, uh, what, what

Bust down a rollie, rollie

A rollie, rollie

Expensive money, expensive fabrics on my body

I've been rolling off biscotti, Ive been rolling way too high

Bitch she wanna pull up with friend, threesome, think she bi

Run up on me, got my gun, I hope that you dont fucking try

Semi-automatic lazer send your ass to heaven

Choppa singing bible verses call that bitch reverend

I've been like a fucking G' since I was eleven

Two-two-three's, ARP's, send your ass to heaven, uh

I've been rolling with my best friend

I've been fucking on her best friend

I've been in and out these studios and sessions

I've been winning and its selfish, ay I promise we ain't telling

I've been fucking on this bitch I told her, "hit me on my celly"

(Yeah)

(Hit me on my celly)

And these bitches just too smelly

Ive been fucking she eating on my dick like it was deli

I've been making all these milis

I've been rolling up pain

I've been rolling more drugs

I've been rolling, rolling, rolling stone

Rolling, rolling, uh, what, what

Bust down a rollie, rollie

A rollie, rollie

Expensive money, expensive fabrics on my body

I've been rolling off biscotti, Ive been rolling way too high

Bitch she wanna pull up with friend, threesome, think she bi

Run up on me, got my gun, I hope that you dont fucking try

Yes I'm the kid who made, Ya Dig

How the fuck I make a fuckin hit, again

Going right to mars when I hit, the pen

Got Bottega Veneta all red

I'm dead