Rollin

[Intro]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

[Verse 1: Baby Skip]
I got my mind made, bitch, I want this shit
Stupid-ass niggas still playin', they don't want this shit
Even the government tried to help you niggas, it don't make no sense
My bitch came up with a plan, she tryna make me rich
My pops wasn't goin', you know Skip ain't gon' take no shit
Before I knew the road, all I knew was go take some shit
Then them indictments came down, do you know what a statement is?
You know I kept it solid, got it honest, bitch, I'm Big Shush
Let me hear you speakin' down on gang, you get your shit took
I ain't gotta move, you know it ain't shit to set the play
I be in the H, I just put up 30K today
Never been to MIA, but I'm thinkin' take a trip with bae
She be juggin' plays, when it touch, she headed to the bank
I have to show her how to stack the pape', hide it in the safe
Bitches love me, hard to keep these sack chasers out my face
Niggas envy, I might have to get a nigga out the way
They ain't sayin' shit, they don't even know the Skip react
I know a couple trips and got a bag, I ain't no middleman
I was down my whole life, I'm finally up and now you niggas mad?
I got up off my ass, you sittin' still, you think I give a damn?
Bitch, I got more money than my followers on Instagram
Baby Skipper, I'm the biggest dripper, pulled up in the Lam'
Back and forth on flights, where you goin'? Niggas think I'm tourin'
Had to throw a Cuban on my neck 'cause my kit was boring
I ain't trippin', on the road to riches, I don't know where I'm goin'
I left the studio three in the morning, my bitch think I'm whorin'
I finally got it right and bossed it up, now everything be foreign
I'm tryna run it up and get a headshot posted in the Forbes
I do it for the gang, when I pour, I drop my lines in fours
I really rap, you niggas love to mumble, bitch, I love to hustle
I got it out the mud, I came from nothin', product of the struggle
Mama ain't raise no killer, but don't push me, I'll bust you
You jumped off the porch, nigga, I jumped out of the jungle
I don't answer if it ain't 'bout no pape', nigga, I'll ho you
I 'member hoes from high school acted like they ain't even know me
Them bitches see me in the foreign, probably thought it was a stoley

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Them bitches see me in an AP and thought it was a Rollie
If you see me in the streets, don't speak, you don't know me
When you see me in the streets, I be icy as a goalie
Ever since I got out, I keep thirty thou' on me
I hit the nino for like twenty racks
My plug keep blessin' me, he like, "That nigga slap," huh? Hmm
I don't never get no sleep, I need some Benadryl (Huh?)
We be gettin' niggas hit, we be in the field (Huh?)
I ain't stingy with the pape', I'm puttin' niggas on
If it ain't FM Big Squad, skip that nigga song
I know they hate my guts, I be hittin' niggas' hoes
I'm a Westside nigga, I be chillin' in the Zone (Huh?)
My opps know I'ma get 'em tagged up, they scary
I only spent my rap checks, all that fast money buried
Mob say they want a body, throw the oop, get you Jason Terry'd
Get you smoked like a Backwood, turn you to some opp pack, huh?