Roll Up (Original)

[Chrous]
Roll a jit smoking dope can't go to sleep
It's bout 4 (roll up)
I had to roll up
Killas roll up in a 4 door
She eat the dick fruit roll up, with the fruit roll up
𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙩
(Uh, Hold up, huhh)

{Verse 1}
And they say I'm poppin off I'm like hold up
No deer, I got blue bucks (Ooh)
Smoking weed nigga I ain't tryna pour up
Making moves acting like I don't do none
Smoking on soy sauce
I'm high as shit
This ain't no dish
Yo bitch my dick she kissing (She kissing)
I get high like a martian (Martian)
You hear bout Martin (Boom boom)
She tryna call (Boom boom)
I'm somewhere getted zooted off
We got choppas no uzis (No uzis)
Loose screws in the back keep tools on us
I See right through ya
I See right through ya
I See right through ya (boo)
Glock in her birkin bag it go boo-ya (Boom)
And my bitch bad bad bad she a shooter (Boom)
Young niggas round me they clutchin on rulers
Better not come tripping up in this Bermuda (In this Bermuda)
Knock off yo top, ramen noodlе (Noodle)
Knock off yo top, ramen noodle (Noodlе)
We spilling all the noodles (All the noodles)
I ain't gotta call no shooter (No shooter no shooter)
See right through ya
I See right through ya (Ooh ooh ooh)

[Chrous]
Roll a jit smoking dope can't go to sleep
It's bout 4 (roll up)
I had to roll up
Killas roll up in a 4 door
She eat the dick fruit roll up, with the fruit roll up
(Uh, Hold up, huhh)

{Verse 2}
We see that nigga he froze up (Froze up)
And my friend tryna hit you with a toaster (Toaster)
Hollow tips hot like a french fry (French fry)
These niggas eat the bitch french fry (French fry)
He don't need the rack he got the Glock 9 (Glock 9)
Spark it in yo face like a codine (Codine)
It ain't no we gon run it up cause
We running it up bitch
I need some diamonds up under my skull
Bitches say I'm too cool (Cool)
I need some diamonds inside my skull
Call that bitch 4 for 4
Put in the dirt without the sauce
Nigga shouldn't play with the gackiboy
I'm still smoking on soy sauce
Flooded like I'm Corey
10-4 10-4 blunt give a fuck bout the cops
Broke boy make it afford
2 5's in the back more
I can't smoke blunts no more
I don't wanna blunt no more
Baby let's stun these whores
I just wanna show you I'm young (yeah)
I just wanna show you I'm young

(Chorus)
Roll a jit smoking dope can't go to sleep
It's bout 4 (roll up)
I had to roll up
Killas roll up in a 4 door
She eat the dick fruit roll up, with the fruit roll up
(Uh, Hold up, huhh)