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Rollin (Explicit) - Yeat
Lyrics by：Noah Smith/Robert Jurado/Abdul Moiz
Composed by：Noah Smith/Robert Jurado/Abdul Moiz
Your thotty gon' give me that brain
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Walked inside this b***h I'm just two stepping ball on everyone
Went and got a bag I ran it up then flipped off everyone
I just got these racks I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some
Shooters ready to go they ready to blast
Bop
They hit up everyone
Every time I didn't give a s**t I still went number one
One
And my pockets filled with money b***h they f**kin' shmunked
Yeah
I just pulled up outta Paris then hit Saint Laurent
West
We heard you still live with your parents you a f**kin' bum
Lil' bum
No you not been smoking no gas you not smokin' no Runtz
Huh
I ain't never gon' tell you twice only gon' tell you once
Rollin' I'm just rollin' I'm just rollin' off this molly
Rollin' I'm just rollin' I'm just rollin' in the big body
Rollin' I'm just rollin'
Bought a Motorola for my yola I was selling
Yeah
I heard you was tellin'
We heard you was just snitchin' can't rock with us with some felons
Yeah
Everything I do be going viral
Viral
My fans just like a cult they read my Bible
Bible
B***h you think you really rich you just been lied to
Why
I'm just swervin' out the coupe just hit up the block
Yeah
F**kin' on my thot made her ship the Wock'
She suckin' on my cock she do that a lot
Yeah I can't f**k with you at all
Where my Tes'
I just wanna ball
Yeah I just wanna flex but I'm not gon' crawl
Yeah a thief in the night b***h that p***y gon' call
Yeah even though you is a hater you still at my show
Pulled out my s**t on her back then I bust on her yeah then I told her to go
Yeah I don't be f**king with nobody they just be sniffin' that s**t like it's snow
They sniffin' that s**t like a globe FN my finger that bih like a pole
Yeah I'm about to blow
Time for me to go up I'm about to explode
I'm 'bout to expose you
Osama bin Laden my bro
No I can't wife me a ho
Chill with my brother my twizz my bro
Big body stizz or the Benz or the big body Lamb' boy that b***h 'bout to
Brrr
Yeah I just pulled up like a yankee in London might shank you the b***h 'bout to
Brrr
I'm 'bout to slice you I'm 'bout to dice you it's not nice yeah
Put you inside of a bag then fill it with rice sittin' at the lights
I just went doubled my money then I f**ked it up again made it go thrice
Yeah I ain't even rock with nobody at all so stop callin' my phone no advice
All of my diamonds they smackin' the s**t out of you like the motherf**kin' lights
All of y'all really been bugging me yeah like some motherf**kin' lice
Me and my twizzy's insane we are not nice
Your thotty gon' give me that brain she suck it all night
Your thotty gon' give me that brain
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Walked inside this b***h I'm just two stepping ball on everyone
Went and got a bag I ran it up then flipped off everyone
I just got these racks I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some
Shooters ready to go they ready to blast
Bop
They hit up everyone
Every time I didn't give a s**t I still went number one
One
And my pockets filled with money b***h they f**kin' shmunked
Yeah
I just pulled up outta Paris then hit Saint Laurent
West
We heard you still live with your parents you a f**kin' bum
Lil' bum
No you not been smoking no gas you not smokin' no Runtz
Huh
I ain't never gon' tell you twice only gon' tell you once
Rollin' I'm just rollin' I'm just rollin' off the molly
Rollin' I'm just rollin' I'm just rollin' in the big body
Rollin' I'm just rollin'
Bought a Motorola for my yola I was selling
Yeah
I heard you was tellin'
We heard you just was snitchin' can't rock with us with some felons
Yeah
