JayDaYoungan - Rollin lyrics

(The Heroz)
Hmm, hmm
(Shoutout to KP)
Hmm, I get high when I'm rollin'
Now I'm rollin'
And now I'm rollin'

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 bitch stolen
They ain't come outside, them niggas scared
Them hidin' days over (Hidin' days over)
Got a nasty bitch who give me head
Gon' slide to play motion
Bitch, they talk shit, 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

I got young niggas
I'm just goin' dumb just for strike
Don't be dumb, nigga
Better keep your gun through the night
Ain't no fun, nigga
You can fuck around and lose your life
Fuck how you come, nigga
We step on you if you ain't movin' right
Stop actin' like you really want this
Static bitch, 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 nigga wanted smoke
We in the opps town
Don't give a fuck since, it's up
He gettin' shot down
We gon' hop out eatin' with the sticks
Beatin' the block down
But if you-

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 bitch stolen
They ain't come outside, them niggas scared
Them hidin' days over (Hidin' days over)
Got a nasty bitch who give me head
Gon' slide to play motion
Bitch, they talk shit, 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