letra de rollin - jaydayoungan
rollin lyrics
[intro]
(the heroz)
hmm, hmm
(shoutout to kp)
hmm, i get high when i’m rollin’
now i’m rollin’
and now i’m rollin’
[chorus]
look me in my eyes, it’s homicide, right now, i’m rollin’ (now i’m rollin’)
big ass glock 9 right on my side, but this b-tch stolen
they ain’t come outside, them n-ggas scared
them hidin’ days over (hidin’ days over )
got a nasty b-tch who give me head, gon’ slide to play motion
b-tch, they talk sh-t, oh, we opposite
can’t wait to collide with you
ain’t no runnin’, up the dumb thing, drop thirty-five on you (rrah, rrah, rrah)
she gon’ shoot, tell her, “shoot”
jump on ’em, guap that attitude
i’m a real boxer, get you knocked out, but ain’t even gotta shoot
[verse]
i got young n-ggas, i’m just goin’ dumb just for strike
don’t be dumb, n-gga
better keep your gun through the night
ain’t no fun, n-gga
you can f-ck around and lose your life
f-ck how you come, n-gga
we step on you if you ain’t movin’ right
stop actin’ like you really want this
static b-tch, she average
you know we caught you lackin’ up in traffic, man, you crashed the whip
yo’ cousin lost his legs, think with yo’ head, he ain’t gonna last for real
brother handicapped, but he gon’ really lose his bag for real
just seen a quarter mil’ in a month, it all been vacuum sealed
we gon’ pay yo’ rent if you let us come in and trap you out
hit the club, ain’t tryna have no front, i get the bag from now
i can’t go inside without my gun, i need my strap out
slidin’ in the coupe, i got my top down
heard the n-gga wanted smoke, we in the opps town
don’t give a f-ck since, it’s up, he gettin’ shot down
we gon’ hop out eatin’ with the sticks, beatin’ the block down
but if you-
[chorus]
look me in my eyes, it’s homicide, right now, i’m rollin’ (now i’m rollin’)
big ass glock 9 right on my side, but this b-tch stolen
they ain’t come outside, them n-ggas scared
them hidin’ days over (hidin’ days over )
got a nasty b-tch who give me head, gon’ slide to play motion
b-tch, they talk sh-t, oh, we opposite
can’t wait to collide with you
ain’t no runnin’, up the dumb thing, drop thirty-five on you (rrah, rrah, rrah)
she gon’ shoot, tell her, “shoot”
jump on ’em, guap that attitude
i’m a real boxer, get you knocked out, but ain’t even gotta shoot
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