Marshmello, SOB , RBE - Roll the Dice lyrics

Marshmello [Christopher Comstock]

[Marshmello, SOB , RBE - Roll the Dice lyrics]

Mello made it right

Catch him out then we gon' drop the nigga
Got some killers, got some demons
Got some shawties with us
Once you hit the top
These bitches want to top a nigga
And if I ever go back broke
Then I'ma rob a nigga
You want to gamble with your life?
Then roll the dice then
I bet I mack it with this
Glizzy with my right hand
If we ain't walking through the back
Then we won't go in 'Cause it's problems
My lil' brother snuck the pole in

To a broke bitch, I'm too rude
Came a long way from rocking
With that deuce deuce masked up, bounce out
They don't know who who
Fucking with those fakers
Hollows hitting you, too
Nigga, big Bs, no soo whoop
Nigga claim they real
But they really do fool
You can't catch me slipping, no nigga
I'm too cool
Spit a hundred with that chop, bitch nigga
I'm too true
Rip Tre, took my nigga too soon (Too soon)
Rip Tooly, took my nigga too soon (Too soon)
This dick ain't for free, nah bitch
I fooled you hop up off that Cutty
Hop up in that new school
Blew off in a Hellcat, bitch, vroom, vroom
(Vroom, vroom)
Brand new Glock, clip looking like two brooms
(Two brooms)
What is ice to a broke bitch? I'm too cool
(Too cool)
And if you fucking with them suckers
We don't fuck with you, too
(Bitch nigga)

Catch him out then we gon' drop the nigga
Got some killers, got some demons
Got some shawties with us
Once you hit the top
These bitches want to top a nigga
And if I ever go back broke
Then I'ma rob a nigga
You want to gamble with your life?
Then roll the dice then
I bet I mack it with this
Glizzy with my right hand
If we ain't walking through the back
Then we won't go in 'Cause it's problems
My lil' brother snuck the pole in

SOB, bitch
Even when I'm to the neck, 30 deep bitch
It's a lot of shit I won't
I won't leave shit
And they don't need to come up court
They all defense
You see us all and we beefing, nigga
Play dead
And them shooters gon' turn on you
If they ain't fed
They comfortable with being broke
'cause they hate bread
And she gon' get it, four hours
I'm on straight meds
Me and all my niggas be on dumb shit
Worry about no fuck nigga or no dumb bitch
You don't know me, bitch nigga
Fuck your assumptions
And it's us against the world
Fuck who you run with
What's the point of buying all that
Ice if it's tucked in?
I could get it for the low, nigga
'cause I'm plugged in
Bitch controlling how you move
You niggas be puppets
Can't complain about my life
'cause this what it come with bitch

Catch him out then we gon' drop the nigga
Got some killers, got some demons
Got some shawties with us
Once you hit the top
These bitches want to top a nigga
And if I ever go back broke
Then I'ma rob a nigga
You want to gamble with your life?
Then roll the dice then
I bet I mack it with this
Glizzy with my right hand
If we ain't walking through the back
Then we won't go in 'Cause it's problems
My lil' brother snuck the pole in

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