"Roll Up" lyrics
Oooh
I hate long intros nigga
Uh uh uh Uh
Bae hold my stick I'ma rolla blunt
Aye you get licked nigga I'm the one
Masking up bandanna cover my face get you done
You don't want problems It's funny it's only begun
Niggas be broke with no money but flex in the club
How you dressed up in designer and look like bum
I been flexing swear to momma I could bench a ton
If you don't wanna get clapped then nigga should run
If you don't wan see the Mac then shut up
Big 30 on me I'm clapping waddup
Shoot out the sunroof I'm toting the drum up
Pussy you caping I know you won't run up
Been seen a million still ain't enough but
Niggas hating as long as the moon or the sun up
You be talking too much nigga , get to the action
And I got a full check and you getting a fraction
Move back cus the burner is uh
Move back cus the burner is packing
It's a 30 shooting he aint knowing what happened
He was wide awake and now It look like he napping
How could I make up my mind
Christian Dior or the Loui Vuitton
All this money on me nigga I'll retire
I think it's funny you niggas get too inspired
I spared your life should be grateful you niggas alive
Nigga bout the family I'm prepared to go die
They Tryina eat off my plate but they ain't down to ride uh
Oooh
Hit from the back and shorty get-
Hit from the back and shorty get crazy
Pop a Percocet and shorty get lazy
I got the packs of the white man It feel like the 80s
Nigga I'm toting the pipe so you not gunna fade me
Nigga we taking your life so you not gunna
Nigga the internet beef shit It really don't faze me
I'm not a regular rapper bitch treat me like Jay-z
Oooh (Hov)
Getting money on my own
Niggas be getting money on the phone
Niggas be getting money Issa loan
Aye niggas is talking to me watch your tone
I still keep my chains on at home
Sent the birds out they been gone
Buss It open bad thick red bone
Oooh
Uh uh uh uh
Niggas ain't pop out you ain't the bad guy
Aye that ain't drip nigga you isn't that fly
Aye y'all shit cap got nothing to rap out
Hit Your bitch from the back I'm pulling her tracks out pulling the strap out
I hate long intros nigga
Uh uh uh Uh
Bae hold my stick I'ma rolla blunt
Aye you get licked nigga I'm the one
Masking up bandanna cover my face get you done
You don't want problems It's funny it's only begun
Niggas be broke with no money but flex in the club
How you dressed up in designer and look like bum
I been flexing swear to momma I could bench a ton
If you don't wanna get clapped then nigga should run
If you don't wan see the Mac then shut up
Big 30 on me I'm clapping waddup
Shoot out the sunroof I'm toting the drum up
Pussy you caping I know you won't run up
Been seen a million still ain't enough but
Niggas hating as long as the moon or the sun up
You be talking too much nigga , get to the action
And I got a full check and you getting a fraction
Move back cus the burner is uh
Move back cus the burner is packing
It's a 30 shooting he aint knowing what happened
He was wide awake and now It look like he napping
How could I make up my mind
Christian Dior or the Loui Vuitton
All this money on me nigga I'll retire
I think it's funny you niggas get too inspired
I spared your life should be grateful you niggas alive
Nigga bout the family I'm prepared to go die
They Tryina eat off my plate but they ain't down to ride uh
Oooh
Hit from the back and shorty get-
Hit from the back and shorty get crazy
Pop a Percocet and shorty get lazy
I got the packs of the white man It feel like the 80s
Nigga I'm toting the pipe so you not gunna fade me
Nigga we taking your life so you not gunna
Nigga the internet beef shit It really don't faze me
I'm not a regular rapper bitch treat me like Jay-z
Oooh (Hov)
Getting money on my own
Niggas be getting money on the phone
Niggas be getting money Issa loan
Aye niggas is talking to me watch your tone
I still keep my chains on at home
Sent the birds out they been gone
Buss It open bad thick red bone
Oooh
Uh uh uh uh
Niggas ain't pop out you ain't the bad guy
Aye that ain't drip nigga you isn't that fly
Aye y'all shit cap got nothing to rap out
Hit Your bitch from the back I'm pulling her tracks out pulling the strap out
Writer(s): Justin Kirkpatrick
