"Rolling Loud" lyrics
Baby I'm a block star, pop star
Still one of them shottas, I'm in and out them hot cars
Livin' like I'm not supposed to, I'm still dodgin' cop cars
I was rollin' loud way before they booked me with them rockstars
Fell in love with sippin' on codeine, bae, I'm a Wock-star
Shorty hate the fact that I be trippin' off the Wockhardt
She in love with everything I do, she say I walk hard
She just send a picture of her titties, now I'm rock hard
Bitch, I got precision with that blicky, I'm a Glock star
I'm outside with Captain number 50 in that hot car
I don't fuck with dude because you're sweeter than a Pop-Tart
I don't fuck with dude because he's sweeter than a bitch
I go binary trigger, this shit sweeter than a switch
Please don't say my name, it's suicide, just go jump off a bridge
Me and Melly already bent shit up, this time I'm goin' with Glizz
Could name a couple nigga's dead for thinkin' with they dick (Yeah)
He don't even know, I bet you trust that bitch (Yeah)
She the one that left the tracker in the whip (Yeah)
He don't use it so lil' bronem takin' kits (Yeah)
If I feel to take a nigga down, you know I'm callin' **** (Yeah)
Baby I'm a block star, pop star
Still one of them shottas, I'm in and out them hot cars
Livin' like I'm not supposed to, I'm still dodgin' cop cars
I was rollin' loud way before they booked me with them rockstars
Fell in love with sippin' on codeine, bae, I'm a Wock-star
Shorty hate the fact that I be trippin' off the Wockhardt
She in love with everything I do, she say I walk hard
She just send a picture of her titties, now I'm rock hard
Show me your boobies, bitch
Show me them titties, bitch
Show me your boobies, slut
Let me see them titties, bitch
Let me see them titties, whore
Fuckin' whore
Show me them titties, slut
Still one of them shottas, I'm in and out them hot cars
Livin' like I'm not supposed to, I'm still dodgin' cop cars
I was rollin' loud way before they booked me with them rockstars
Fell in love with sippin' on codeine, bae, I'm a Wock-star
Shorty hate the fact that I be trippin' off the Wockhardt
She in love with everything I do, she say I walk hard
She just send a picture of her titties, now I'm rock hard
Bitch, I got precision with that blicky, I'm a Glock star
I'm outside with Captain number 50 in that hot car
I don't fuck with dude because you're sweeter than a Pop-Tart
I don't fuck with dude because he's sweeter than a bitch
I go binary trigger, this shit sweeter than a switch
Please don't say my name, it's suicide, just go jump off a bridge
Me and Melly already bent shit up, this time I'm goin' with Glizz
Could name a couple nigga's dead for thinkin' with they dick (Yeah)
He don't even know, I bet you trust that bitch (Yeah)
She the one that left the tracker in the whip (Yeah)
He don't use it so lil' bronem takin' kits (Yeah)
If I feel to take a nigga down, you know I'm callin' **** (Yeah)
Baby I'm a block star, pop star
Still one of them shottas, I'm in and out them hot cars
Livin' like I'm not supposed to, I'm still dodgin' cop cars
I was rollin' loud way before they booked me with them rockstars
Fell in love with sippin' on codeine, bae, I'm a Wock-star
Shorty hate the fact that I be trippin' off the Wockhardt
She in love with everything I do, she say I walk hard
She just send a picture of her titties, now I'm rock hard
Show me your boobies, bitch
Show me them titties, bitch
Show me your boobies, slut
Let me see them titties, bitch
Let me see them titties, whore
Fuckin' whore
Show me them titties, slut
