"Rolling The Dice" lyrics

Wake up and turn on that mo—fucking mic
Wake up and turn on that mo—fucking mic (Uno, I killed it)
Wake up and turn on, record my whole life
Wake up and turn on that pussy for my (What? What? What?)
I mean, wake up and turn on that pussy for I
Sorry to tell you, but you not that guy
Today, a good day feel like rolling the dice
Um, codeine sitting right on top of the ice
Quagen on me, mix it right with the Sprite
Balenciaga with the fur inside
Double R, yeah, her's and mine
These niggas pussy, they ain't having no spine
I do not share my feelings, I just die inside

I just sent Ps home, if I got to mail it
Put a fee on (Dig)
Double left right with the Forgis on
Remember when I used to claim VLONE
Remember the first time double my cup
I ain't even tripping no more 'cause I'm up
Hating all you want, nigga still glowed up
Remember Rocky was calling my phone
Tryna squash me and Dior beef, but it's stuck
Know I rock with the plug like butt
Prada cufflinks sit low on the button
I get you slimed by your cousin
Things they do just for the love money
Angels singing as I sit on the sun
I'm the reason why it ain't always sunny
This my life, I do what I want
They tryna go big but get pressed by a button (Dig)

Wake up and turn on that mo—fucking mic
Wake up and turn on that mo—fucking mic
Wake up and turn on, record my whole life
Wake up and turn on that pussy for my (Dig)
I mean, wake up and turn on that pussy for I
Sorry to tell you, but you not that guy
Today, a good day feel like rolling the dice
Um, codeine sitting right on top of the ice
Quagen on me, mix it right with the Sprite
Balenciaga with the fur inside
Double R, yeah, her's and mine
These niggas pussy, they ain't having no spine
I do not share my feelings, I just die inside (Dig)

Mm, wake up, time to get the cake up (Cake)
Wake up, yeah, it's time to pray up
Wake up, bae, fix your make-up
Niggas laid up, I take ya hoe, I don't lay up (No)
I pass her off like assist or sum'
That's how partners get plays up
I'm coming in with some drama
But I told 'em get all your Ks up
They comparing to that Vamp shit
But acid the reason I stay up (Acid)
All these little niggas sound just like me
But trust me, I really don't say none
But trust me when I say
You tryna sound just like The Act then you gon' get your plays up
Is it real? Wanna know if love a drill
I burn the tires of the GLE wheels
Tryna to get to my little bitch in the hills
Ooh, nigga get checked tryna fuck with me
He better chill (Chill)
I'm in the trap with the work, J's tryna test all these pills

Wake up and turn on that mo—fucking mic (yeah)
Wake up and turn on that mo—fucking mic (yeah)
Wake up and turn on, record my whole life
Wake up and turn on that pussy for my
I mean, wake up and turn on that pussy for I
Sorry to tell you, but you not that guy
Today, a good day feel like rolling the dice
Um, codeine sitting right on top of the ice
Quagen on me, mix it right with the Sprite
Balenciaga with the fur inside
Double R, yeah, her's and mine
These niggas pussy, they ain't having no spine
I do not share my feelings, I just die inside