Rollin’ Through

[Chorus]
We got sticks and got work for it
We got work, you got hurt for it
You can put me in the dirt for it
I'm with the gang and we'll murk for it
I'll trade the trees and the smacks for it
I let it go and went back for it
Went to the snow but ain't pack for it
To see a mil you gotta trap for it

[Verse 1]
I be rollin' through
She a rider, she a rider, she be rollin' too
Her pussy wet, her pussy leak, it be flowin' through
I'm here to spend this band, it's always in my plan, we blow it like a fan
Yeah we be goin', we be goin', we be goin' HAM
It's a party, it's a party if it don't jam
It's a party, it be yankin' when the money land
I'm getting paper and watchin' all of my haters expand
And gettin' brain, she the same when she passed the exam
I just aim and let it flame and all you niggas just ran
My niggas played me and it's crazy but never again
For this gang shit I'll ride for the same shit I'll die for
Why I got your eyes froze, baby pass the styrofoam
I'm bustin' back 'cause I don't wanna die alone
We seein' numbers after numbers like a dialtone
You gotta watch where you park, it's a fire zone

[Chorus]
We got sticks and got work for it
We got work, you got hurt for it
You can put me in the dirt for it
I'm with the gang and we'll murk for it
I'll trade the trees and the smacks for it
I let it go and went back for it
Went to the snow but ain't pack for it
To see a mil you gotta trap for it

[Verse 2]
You pull up with the cooler, scary thoughts run through you
All my niggas shooters, you cat, they like some pumas
You risk it for the moola, he might need it fronted
Tryna raise a son, he need a life I've always wanted
I'ma need a hundred, I'ma need a punter
You can be a hunter, doesn't mean you can't be hunted
Marinate the money, catch the money, keep it coming
And them insane venom is just always into something
Hundred at the door, and it's for the low
She feelin' like she winning and she putting on a show
Getting head off the class and she's on the honor roll
Orders after order and you know we on the road
Playin' with my issue, you can put me on the rope
A picture of your face gon' be on your homie's coat
I was lookin' through the commissary and buying all the soap
We was bringin' in the play boys to flip it by the boat

[Chorus]
We got sticks and got work for it
We got work, you got hurt for it
You can put me in the dirt for it
I'm with the gang and we'll murk for it
I'll trade the trees and the smacks for it
I let it go and went back for it
Went to the snow but ain't pack for it
To see a mil you gotta trap for it