Rollin 40s

[Intro]
Gang, DDB, Baby Ahk
What it do?
Luciano
Oh, turn this up
Bring the bowl out

[Verse]
I thought that you was getting money?
Tell me why these niggas looking for me
.40 on me, try to run up on me
You ain't no real nigga, we ain't homies
My lil' niggas, they my shorties
They be toting on them .40's
We be drinking out the forties
I'm out Cali rolling 'round with my 40's
Too much money, count that shit on the floor
One stop shop and get it and go
Quablo what we call the elbow
El Chapo, 'cause I stay on the go
Escobar, Lil Dude got the blow
Savage shit, put the knife to your throat
Two shirts and candle lights for your folks
I'm high as shit, chilling, where you at Fo'?
We need them extras, gotta scrape the bowl
It's funny how niggas talk down like some hoes
Me and bro used to share all our clothes
Now we're flying state to state just for clothes
My trap 24/7, your shit be closed
It's crazy what niggas be buying for hoes
It's crazy how niggas be dying for hoes
Niggas shooting guns but singing the po-po
Nigga you homo
Crop your ass out of the photo
Big nigga, so I ride in the four-door
Lexus gang, you can check all my photos
Balmain cost the same as an FN
It's teaching lessons
These niggas stressing
Lord forgive me, but this .40 gon' bless 'em
Bust down bezel cost me a grip
VS diamonds, boy, this shit ain't gon chip
These niggas still shopping at Last Stop
Give that shit back, boy, you look like the mascot
My lil' niggas, they my shorties
They be toting on them .40's
We be drinking out the forties
I'm out Cali rolling 'round with my 40's

[Outro]
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