Rollin

(Your thotty gon' give me that brain) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two-steppin', ball on everyone Went and got a bag, I ran it up, then flipped off everyone I just got these racks, I boot shit up, then I'm not real or somethin' 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) Yeah, I just pulled up outta Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West) Yeah, we heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (Lil' bum) No, you not been smokin' 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 sellin' (Yeah) I heard you was tellin' We heard you was just snitchin', can't rock with us, we 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) Yeah, fuckin' on my thot, made her sip 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 a nut, yeah, then I told her to go Yeah, I don't be fuckin' with nobody, they just be sniffin' that shit like it's snow They sniffin' that shit like a globe, FN my finger, that bitch 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 Lam', boy, that bitch 'bout to brrr Yeah, I just pulled up like a yankee, in London might shank you, the bitch 'bout to brrr Yeah, 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, shit look like lice 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 twizzys 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 boot shit up, then I'm not real or somethin' 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) Yeah, I just pulled up outta Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West) Yeah, we heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (Lil' bum) No, you not been smokin' 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 sellin' (Yeah) I heard you was tellin' We heard you was just snitchin', can't rock with us, we some felons (Yeah) (Bible, Bible, lied to, Yeah)