ROLLIN’STONE

[INTRO]
(Hwkns & Johnny Kashout)

(Yo, is that Hwkns?)
Oh oh, yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

[HOOK]
(Hwkns)

There's 70 ways
To get a taste
Bitches wanna talk
Wanna talk every day
I don’t wanna walk out this motherfucking place
A place where I can make
It my day today
Do it on the low
Supply is running low
We do it on the low so
They won’t ever know
Will I ever get rich?
I don’t even know
I won’t sell my soul
Just to get on Rolling Stone

[VERSE 1]
(Johnny Kashout)

First verse on me
Shawty so bad I’m rubbing her body with Vaseline
Can’t get past mе, if you ain’t gang you cannot hang now hold the beat
Say you an animal, well don't gеt poached
Suck me up like danimals, what I told your hoe
Ice on my wrist, hold it up and it’s gone snow
Always on the move call me Johnny rolling stone
Walkin' round in Saks, spend like it’s my last
Dripping like I’m Gunna, drop 10k in a Louis V bag
Got zeros like Dutch, keep the MAC no velli
Gonna be paid as fuck and it ain’t shit you can tell me

[HOOK]
(Hwkns)

There's 70 ways
To get a taste
Bitches wanna talk
Wanna talk every day
I don’t wanna walk out this motherfucking place
A place where I can make
It my day today
Do it on the low
Supply is running low
We do it on the low so
They won’t ever know
Will I ever get rich?
I don’t even know
I won’t sell my soul
Just to get on Rolling Stone

[VERSE 2]
(Hwkns)

I won’t sell my soul just to get on rolling stone
We went to our zone and my bitch was rolling dope
I make her moan, she’s not complaining
I bent her back over now that shit is aching
I’m not a rapper I’m an artist don’t mistake it
And I’m the smartest Hawkie Einstein is my name bitch
She think I like her
No, I don’t like her
I’m fairly odd
Timmy Turner, dressed in designer
Yeah, this shits looking backwards
Put them in a spliff or they put them in a Backwood
Ain't Fleetwood but they keep the MAC good
And just like Wale, I keep running back to it

[HOOK]
(Hwkns)

There's 70 ways
To get a taste
Bitches wanna talk
Wanna talk every day
I don’t wanna walk out this motherfucking place
A place where I can make
It my day today
Do it on the low
Supply is running low
We do it on the low so
They won’t ever know
Will I ever get rich?
I don’t even know
I won’t sell my soul
Just to get on Rolling Stone