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Yeat - Rollin lyrics

Artist: Yeat

album: 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)


(Your thotty gon' give me that brain)
Yeah, ya, yeah
Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two stepping (ooh), ball on everyone (hey, ayy)
Went and got a bag, I ran it up (ooh), then flipped off everyone (ooh)
I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or sum' (what?)
Shooter ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone (bang)
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 out of 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 smoking no Runtz (oh)
I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once
Rollin', I'm just rollin' (hey), I'm just rollin' up this Molly (ooh)
Rollin', I'm just rollin' (ooh), I'm just rollin' in the big body (yeah)
Rollin', I'm just rollin', bought a Motorola for my yola I was sellin' (yeah)
I heard what you was tellin' (what?)
We heard you was a snitch, can't rock with us, we some felons (what?)
Yeah, everything I do be goin' viral (viral)
My fans just like a cult, they read my bible (bible)
Bitch, you think you really rich? You just been lied to (been lied to)
Wow (hey), I'm just swerving out the Coupe, just hit up the block (ooh)
Yeah (ayy-ayy-ayy), fuckin' on my thot, made her ship the Wock' (ooh)
Yeah (ayy-ayy-ayy), she suckin' on my cock, she do that a lot (ooh)
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, yeah
Pulled out my shit on her back, then I bust on her shit, 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 'bout to blow, time for me to go up, I'm 'bout to explode (yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you (yeah), 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- (brr), yeah
I just pulled up like a Yankee in London, might shank you, the bitch 'bout to- (brr), 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, sittin' at the lights
I just went to double my money, then I fucked it up again, made it go thrice
Yeah, I don't even rock with nobody at all, so stop calling 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 buggin' me, yeah, like some motherfuckin' ice
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, ya, yeah
Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two stepping (ooh), ball on everyone (hey, ayy)
Went and got a bag, I ran it up (ooh), then flipped off everyone (ooh)
I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or sum' (what?)
Shooter ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone (bang)
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 out of 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 smoking no Runtz (oh)
I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once
Rollin', I'm just rollin' (hey), I'm just rollin' up this Molly (ooh)
Rollin', I'm just rollin' (ooh), I'm just rollin' in the big body (yeah)
Rollin', I'm just rollin', bought a Motorola for my yola I was sellin' (yeah)
I heard what you was tellin' (what?)
We heard you was a snitch, can't rock with us, we some felons (what?), yeah

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