Freddie Gibbs, Devin The Dude, Starlito, Killa Kyleon, Propain - Rollin’ lyrics

Feat freddie Gibbs, Starlito
Killa Kyleon & Propain
Flying at that pussy in a minute
But bitch, I'm right back in it
And I'm thuggin', fuck that flavored vodka
I'm smoking something
Hopped out my 'Lac in the 'and
I left my motor running
My ghetto valley, my nigga
He keep my stash spotless
And I hid my work in my speakers
I know the task watching
Bitch, I'll put the town to rest
Drop a hundred pounds and jet
They could be pimping this pimp
But yo, I'm still ducking them alphabets
FBI, DEA, stay on my dick
Probably gonna die a dealer
Nigga been hustling dope since '98
Banged in a gang since '95
These rapping-ass niggas ain't no riders


All we worship is them dollars
Dollars where I reside i'm just rolling
Really good weed I'm blowing
With my music holding
Make a nigga feel like flowing
When you stop feeling the cold wind
Fifteen minutes of showbiz
And I ain't tripping but my hoe is
Bitches gonna keep bitching and these hoes
They gonna roll the dope
Pocket full of money and I still feel broke
Ciroc in my Sprite, my niggas still sell coke
I pour my heart in a song
But in this letter I wrote
I use discretion and codes
Never say never but you never know
Down, bad, blowing good
Smoke an ounce a session used to stretch
Just hired an accountant to help
Me count my blessings
Still hate it when a weak man
Stop me and leave me stressing
I be like just give me
A second like a reelection
Dude smoke that presidential
My bitch fucked, nothing to do
Chop up this pimping with her
And as you guess, she gets screwed
Can't keep your heart kicking
Like your shoelaces missing
Probably Harvey Dent's mistress
You two-faced bitches i'm just rolling
Really good weed I'm blowing
With my music holding
Make a nigga feel like flowing
When you stop feeling the cold wind
Fifteen minutes of showbiz
And I ain't tripping but my hoe is
Bitches gonna keep bitching and these hoes
They gonna roll the dope
Dance back of that '93
Double cups of that thirty weight
Vogues rap my 84s
Butter seats on my vertebrae
Candy paint on my doors, bitch
Wood wheel what I hold, bitch
Shotgun my new boo
But your new boo is my old bitch
Day-Date on my cold wrist, that's
Time's Square on my arm, hoe
Yellow stones, I talk money, my
Teeth shine when I yawn, hoe
Y'all broke niggas so boring, bro
Fly niggas stay soaring, hoe
Leaning good on that Purple
Rain, my cup empty, i'm pouring more
It's just a Texas thing
Ball like them Jacksons, man
Flosser, I run it, like floss or boss-up
You understand?
Still in it, pitching underhand
But I got the upper
I'm paper touching them fucking bands
I'm just rolling
Really good weed I'm blowing
With my music holding
Make a nigga feel like flowing
When you stop feeling the cold wind
Fifteen minutes of showbiz
And I ain't tripping but my hoe is
Bitches gonna keep bitching and these hoes
They gonna roll the dope
Come meet the alp with me
Candy-coated, yeah that's loud, pretty
The shit I'm smoking got me so
High I could tail Piggy
Gun cocked, my trunk knock, girl, I jump out
Wetter than a jump shot
True to clique alumni
Well not actually, I'm a little too young
But I'm posed to be
Actually, we overheard of Big D, well, bitch
I'm the ghost of him
My rap's elite, pull over
Crash the beat like driving on coke and heat
I'm stacking cheese, no limit like Master P
Slow motion like Soulja Slim
Gotta get it 'cause we itching
Rapping in a language
Only trill can comprehend it
Violate us, guns we lifting
Young nigga out here beasting
Hard claw, 'bout to bring my
Corner back like real reefers, what's up?
I'm just rolling
Really good weed I'm blowing
With my music holding
Make a nigga feel like flowing
When you stop feeling the cold wind
Fifteen minutes of showbiz
And I ain't tripping but my hoe is
Bitches gonna keep bitching and these hoes
They gonna roll the dope