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
