Rollin

[Chorus]
Yeah, still mobbin' on these hoes
Gettin' paid everywhere that we go
If you ain't got that check, don't call my phone
Blowin' the kush and we rollin' up all the windows
To get in my zone and you should know
We still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Know we still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

[Verse 1]
I got bitches, I got hoes
I got no bread, but I got flows
She gon' suck the dick, while I push the whip
Behind the tint, then I put that bitch in cruise control
Let's ride out, time out
Somebody tell my ex bitch, she bettеr watch her fuckin' mouth
Before my nеw bitches come get ya
These bitches crazy, they got pistols
You gon' need more than crocodile tears and tissues
If you wanna solve these issues
Bitch, I'll fuck you up (Haha)
Nah I don't know if I should say that
Am I allowed to say that?

[Chorus]
Yeah, still mobbin' on these hoes
Gettin' paid everywhere that we go
If you ain't got that check, don't call my phone
Blowin' the kush and we rollin' up all the windows
To get in my zone and you should know
We still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Know we still rollin', rollin', rollin' (Yeah)
Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin' (You God damn right we are)

[Verse 2]
Coldest farmer tan in rap
You don't wanna hear Nick Cannon rap
So I came to rep for the camp and just brighten things up
Like a lamp and I turn 'em off when I'm fuckin'
Bend the block in that bucket
Only got backwoods, cup a noodles and Capri Suns in my budget
Bitch, I'm tired of this shit
All these politics got me so depressed
I'm twenty years old goin' through a midlife crisis
Not the worst, but I live life like it
Fuck wrong with this industry?
Gardeners make more than me
Si Senor

[Chorus]
Yeah, still mobbin' on these hoes
Gettin' paid everywhere that we go
If you ain't got that check, don't call my phone
Blowin' the kush and we rollin' up all the windows
To get in my zone and you should know
We still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Know we still rollin', rollin', rollin'
Yeah, we still rollin', rollin', rollin'

[Outro]
You ol' mark ass, foot loose bitch
Bitch, you better bite ya bottom lip
You just gon' come out the woodwork's when you saw my name
And I was the first on the list getting my EBT this week, bitch
You better get your Ba-ras up, bitch
We in a five-ten, nigga, with one wheel and a, and a humpty in the back
You better give me a hug anyway
And if the shit is out of pocket, bitch
Get a dough knife and cut
Bitch, you at the bottom of the lake
Swim and hold your breath
Matter of fact swallow the water
And then at the end of the day, come back up and give me a foot massage, ratchet ass bitch