i0n feel like r0llin up

I'on feel like rolling up
I'on feel like rolling up
I'on feel like rolling up, but I got to get high
I'on feel like pulling up, outside wit all my guys
I'on feel like talking to you, you never reply
Never let nobody say music's wasting yo time
I think she's in love, and all I did was spend some nights
Can't leave without my phone
We got to go back home
Can't talk I hit my low
She left me, I'm like vro
Hoe number two, on go
Very soon Miami on tour
I got to up my score
I never bought Tom Ford
Outside I'm with my squad
We lit like oh my god
I smoke a little bon
She sip a little wok
That bih from little rock
Who the fuck from little rock?
Who the fuck said I can't rock?
Who the fuck, yeah, who the fuck?
Who the fuck said I can't rock?
I'on even wanna know who you are
I'on even really know where to start
Heart break, got a broken heart
All types of bitches, Noah's Arc
Ay, I never bought chrome hearts
In Zero World, this the cold part
I can always tell my hoes apart
Traveled to the past, like a throwback
Y'all don't know how to do that
I been rocking DC with the Gap
I'm the one, bitch I got the swag
Stu time, Gboy on my lap
Backshots, hit it from the back
I hate sex playing in the back
I hope they don't get mad at me for that
Two poles, aim it at yo ass
That's three poles minus one strap

Yah
Yahh
I'on feel like

I'on feel like rolling up, but I got to get high
I'on feel like pulling up, outside wit all my guys
I'on feel like texting you, 'cause you never reply, yuh

Yah, yah
Miami
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