Yeat - Rollin lyrics

[Yeat - Rollin lyrics]

Your thotty gon' give me that brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walked inside this bitch, I'm
Just two stepping
Ball on everyone
Went and got a bag, I ran it up
Then flipped off everyone
I just got these racks
I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some
Shooters ready to go, they ready to blast
(Bop) , they hit up everyone
Every time I didn't give a shit
I still went number one
(One)
And my pockets filled with money, bitch
They fuckin' shmunked
(Yeah)
I just pulled up outta Paris
Then hit Saint Laurent
(West)
We heard you still live with your parents
You a fuckin' bum
(Lil' bum)
No, you not been smoking no gas
You not smokin' no Runtz
(Huh)
I ain't never gon' tell you twice
Only gon' tell you once
Rollin', I'm just rollin'
I'm just rollin' off this molly
Rollin', I'm just rollin'
I'm just rollin' in the big body
Rollin', I'm just rollin'
Bought a Motorola for my yola I was selling
(Yeah)
I heard you was tellin'
We heard you was just snitchin'
Can't rock with us
With some felons
(Yeah)

Everything I do be going viral (Viral)
My fans just like a cult, they read my Bible
(Bible)
Bitch, you think you really rich
You just been lied to
(Why)
I'm just swervin' out the coupe
Just hit up the block
(Yeah)
Fuckin' on my thot, made her ship the Wock'
She suckin' on my cock, she do that a lot
Yeah, I can't fuck with you at all
Where my Tes'? I just wanna ball
Yeah, I just wanna flex but
I'm not gon' crawl
Yeah, a thief in the night, bitch
That pussy gon' call
Yeah, even though you is a hater
You still at my show
Pulled out my shit on her back
Then I bust on her, yeah
Then I told her to go
Yeah, I don't be fucking with nobody
They just be sniffin' that
Shit like it's snow
They sniffin' that shit like a
Globe, FN my finger
That bih like a pole
Yeah, I'm about to blow
Time for me to go up, I'm about to explode
I'm 'bout to expose you
Osama bin Laden, my bro
No, I can't wife me a ho
Chill with my brother, my twizz, my bro
Big body stizz, or the Benz, or
The big body Lamb', boy
That bitch 'bout to
(Brrr)
Yeah, I just pulled up like a
Yankee, in London might shank you
The bitch 'bout to
(Brrr)
I'm 'bout to slice you, I'm 'bout
To dice you, it's not nice
Yeah
Put you inside of a bag
Then fill it with rice
Sittin' at the lights
I just went doubled my money, then
I fucked it up again
Made it go thrice
Yeah, I ain't even rock with nobody at
All, so stop callin' my phone
No advice
All of my diamonds
They smackin' the shit out of
You like the motherfuckin' lights
All of y'all really been bugging me, yeah
Like some motherfuckin' lice
Me and my twizzy's insane, we are not nice
Your thotty gon' give me that brain
She suck it all night

Your thotty gon' give me that brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walked inside this bitch, I'm
Just two stepping
Ball on everyone
Went and got a bag, I ran it up
Then flipped off everyone
I just got these racks
I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some
Shooters ready to go, they ready to blast
(Bop) , they hit up everyone
Every time I didn't give a shit
I still went number one
(One)
And my pockets filled with money, bitch
They fuckin' shmunked
(Yeah)
I just pulled up outta Paris
Then hit Saint Laurent
(West)
We heard you still live with your parents
You a fuckin' bum
(Lil' bum)
No, you not been smoking no gas
You not smokin' no Runtz
(Huh)
I ain't never gon' tell you twice
Only gon' tell you once
Rollin', I'm just rollin'
I'm just rollin' off the molly
Rollin', I'm just rollin'
I'm just rollin' in the big body
Rollin', I'm just rollin'
Bought a Motorola for my yola I was selling
(Yeah)
I heard you was tellin'
We heard you just was snitchin'
Can't rock with us
With some felons
(Yeah)

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