Quincey White, IamSu!, Rayven Justice - She Gon' Roll It lyrics

Rayven Justice:
Got a bad bitch nothing average if I call her
She gon’ have it kush in the air
When I want it if I tell her she
Gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it
She gon’ roll it

Iamsu! Six speed, skinny jeans, big
Cheese trick please, we are OG’s
No need, for the hate, I blow weed everyday
Medicate let me think do I
Hit the dank, or do I hit
The bank? Give me fetti, give
Me money, give me cash give
Me mouth, give me pussy
Give me that kitty-kitty kissy-kissy
Let me smash let me puff, let me pass
Let me ash i rep the gang every chance that I
Get to you look good in Vera
Wang girl it fit you
Moneys not a issue blow it
Like tissueNiggas say they baller
But they jersey’s not official referee
Blow the whistle she
Got my dick hard than a missle ooh

DUBB uh I don’t smoke
But all my bitches do get
High and go low that’s
What she funna do put my uh in a rubber
Like a inner tube then I meet
Her in the middle like a
Interlude uh she blow grams to
The slow jams hippie program
Bob Marley with the ganja
Blowing on Jaimaica she only smoke papers
She fucking with a gangsta, a rudebwoy
A taka buyaka buyaka that’s the
Sound of my cannon
More fiyah! More fiyah! We cause damage
Top shotta, don dada, ill nana
Pussy killa, pussy killa, there’s none
Hotta big poppa, heart stoppa
The jaw droppa big choppa fuck with us you
Know nada but me no really want
No problem if you do then my gun
Will ting a ling like Shabba

Rayven Justice:
Got a bad bitch nothing average if I call her
She gon’ have it kush in the air
When I want it if I tell her she
Gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it
She gon’ roll it