See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me and the gang love rolling up Opps
See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me and the gang love rolling up Opps
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
Steal the mic when I decide to rap, David Ruffin
Still don't take shit serious, shooting all the dozens
Trying to get me out my ways, but I wasn't budging
Where I'm from bullies get bullied, boogie cousins
I'm a feign for that Getty green and a couple of lean
Kill my spleen, with that dirty stream, see it in my dreams
But b**h I'm clean, fresh like Maybelline, have her on a string
Get in between, then I make her sing, it's a movie scene
B**h we rolling
Riding with the gang in the back, they be toting
Bottles on bottles, no wonder we ain't focused
Got a little bad b**h, put it in her throat, shit
Have her going… yeah that b**h she choking
Soaking
Legs be wide open
Slip it in between like I'm inserting a token
You bogus, hopeless
Rambo got the motion
Put her ass to sleep like I conjured up a potion
See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me and the gang love rolling up Opps
See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me and the gang love rolling up Opps
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
B**h we rolling, roll them up
Rolling, roll them up
Rolling with my cuddy
Five AM with five blunts
A Glock by my stomach
Fitted with the patches
Knock them off a bit of nothing
I ain't from the jets, I'm still legit
Dope in the oven
Choppers under guest covers
I ain't intimidated by the killers
Grew up with gorillas
Trading war stories in deepest trench of Memphis
Had a pole, a long nose, like Scottie Pippen
On the road, with three bowls, I know I'm tripping
Drunk as hell, my eyes closed, I failed to mention
How the hell, I got there, I got skills
Eye ball, with no scales, I'm with them members
Fin dog, with fentanyl, mobbing in Memphis
Buddy popping with them switches
Tweaking off them Jiggas
I'm a f**k her until she tremble
Shit, I'm Tatum off the dribble
F**k some skinnies, I couldn't fit the racks or my glizzy
Dark liquor and backwoods rolling in my system
