Conway The Machine, Elcamino, Dave East, Jim Jones - Vino D lyrics

Nigga, tell me, is you rollin' with me?
Uh, now is you rollin' with me?
Baby, tell me,  is you rollin' with me?

Uh, now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
Is you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
Is you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's gangsters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?

Uh, you know what's poppin'
You get in my whip (Get in, baby)
We got them thirty shot Glocks, nigga
We got sticks (Uh, huh)
We let them thirty shots pop
You get your top hit (Brr)
We doin' drive-bys, we listenin' to Pac shit
(Boom, boom, boom)
Hah, stay in yo' lane, bro
That's all we sayin' (Hm-m)
This pussy nigga must've thought we playin'
(Think it's a game, huh?)
If we can't get to him
Then we gon' off his man (Uh, huh)
Ridin' with that Drac' but
It ain't Aubrey Graham (Ha ha ha)
Yeah, stash the yayo in a coffee can (Can)
Fingertips numb from baggin' all these grams
(Uh, huh)
Send a nigga to his wake, it only cost a band
Then I get MIA like a Dolphins fan (Ha)
Steal a crumb from me
Then I cut off his hand
Hope your mama got your
Funeral and coffin planned (Talk to 'em)
Pussy, on my lap is the FN (Ha)
Is you down to slide?
That's the only question (yeah)

Yo, now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me (Capo)

(Conway, what's up?)
You know them boys be movin' slippery
(Slippery, facts)
Just like I can't avoid the flickerin'
(Cheese, damn)
Even the feds be takin' flicks at me
(You see 'em) the way I be illin' shit
Even I be sick of me (True)
Lawyers on deck, boy
We ain't fallin' for that trickery
(Call my lawyer)
Where I'm from, they only respect the tyrants
(Grr) tried to humble myself
But they only respect the violence (Chill)
I'm from a reckless environment where
They lackin' in murals (Pray for us)
Young niggas is wildin' and
They packin' in peril (Four, four-five)
Jumpin' off the yacht
I scraped my back on a coral (Splash)
The tags say Givenchy but
The pattern was floral (Pattern, chyeah)
So every brick I will flip
I try to stack my ones for
Every whip I can get, shit
I never slipped and keep the grip on my hip
Uh (Loaded)
You ever had to piss after a six-hour trip?
(Listen) where there's no rest stops until
The gas tank is empty (Woo)
Pull up to your block now
The gas tank is Bentley (Big Bs, nigga)
Buck it low, fuck it, Lord nikes on, ice on
Frontin' but you love it though
Backin' out the garage but the luggage
Is in front of you
He was frontin' too, that wasn't a ten at all
(Uh, uh) probably was a three but he
Mixed it with the fentanyl (Oh)
I write my pain out but
I don't use a pen at all
I'm still front, Blood
Diamonds like it's Senegal

Now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
Is you rollin' with me?
(Them young niggas need to pay
Attention to your elders)
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
(Get in, dude)
It's gangsters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
(From the dirt, Griselda, from the dirt)
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
(Harlem to Buffalo, what's up, nigga)
Now is you rollin' with me?
(Conway, my nigga, uh)

You know what's crackin', you come to my trap
(What's crackin'?)
You can buy coke, dope, and pills
Or you could buy crack (Smach)
Oh, they think they tough?
Them niggas slidin', we gon' slide back
(Skrrt)
Powder, we can pump it, but don't try that
(Never) jim Star, change his face
Talladega in the kitchen, shake and bake
My man got a dead arm, he'll break your face
(Bow) hand ain't got no feelin' it
Trappin' out that building
Wasn't chillin' in it (Nah)
I'm fuckin' actress but
These ratchet bitches, they still can get it
(Hey, mama)
Detroit with a pistol like a piston
I'm Chauncey Billups with it (Uh)
I'm Rick Hamilton with that mask
Niggas is trash
Ayo, Conway, fuck a appetizer
Where's the entrée? (Huh)
I'm in a different lane
I don't vibe to the shit your car play
(At all)
Butter on me, Parkay, watchin' Narcos
I don't hear the shit the narcs say (No)
Glock will make it a dark day
Buffalo countin' bills
Griselda talk, that blanco
I'd rather die than let them come get me
I'm Don Pablo (Escobar)
Got hit with five though, pulled over
Caught with the Roscoe (Glock 9)
Coke had his nose runnin' like Roscoe
Shout out to El Chapo
Free Scrappy, free Trav, free Bloody
(Free my niggas)
From the dirt, my sneaks muddy
Hit from the street, i need money

Now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me (Rollin')
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
(Rollin') it's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
When you rollin' with me
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when
We roamin' these streets
At least three straps when
You rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?