Rollin

Yeat

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    Your thotty gon' give me that brain
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Walked inside this bitch, 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 (br)
    They hit up everyone ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone
    Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one)
    And my pockets filled with money, bitch, they fuckin' shmunked (yeah)
    I just pulled up outta Paris then hit saint laurent (west)
    We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' 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)
    Bitch you think you really rich, you just been lied to (why)
    I'm just swervin' out the coupe, just hit up the block (yeah)
    Fuckin' on my thot, made her ship the wock'
    She suckin' on my cock, she do that a lot
    Yeah, I can't fuck 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, bitch, that pussy gon' call
    Yeah, even though you is a hater, you still at my show
    Pulled out my shit on her back, then I bust on her, yeah, then I told her to go
    Yeah, I don't be fucking with nobody, they just be sniffin' that shit like it's snow
    They sniffin' that shit 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 bitch 'bout to (brrr)
    I just pulled up like a yankee, in London might shank you, the bitch '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 fucked 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 shit out of you like the motherfuckin' lights
    All of y'all really been bugging me, yeah, like some motherfuckin' lice
    Me and my twizzy's insane, we are not nice
    Your thottie gon' give me that brain, she suck it all night

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    Your thotty gon' give me that brain
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Walked inside this bitch, 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, they hit up everyone
    Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one)
    And my pockets filled with money, bitch, they fuckin' shmunked (yeah)
    I just pulled up outta Paris then hit saint laurent (west)
    We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' 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)

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    Composición: Yeat y Robert Joshua Jurado

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