Rolling Loud Festival

[Intro: Parris Chariz]
Super Splash Bros. 2, hehehe
3 take P
Just look at me
2Peece to yo mouth, uh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Parris Chariz]
I had to slow it down
Was getting festive in the back, I was rolling loud
Yea, packing up the Tina, bring her to her town
Yea, tryna fill up banks 'til we underground
We made it happen with zero
I can't relax just for nothing
My granny back on the meds
I gotta make something bubble, uh
Make it back
Brother, gonna make it back
Copy me, what wave is that?
When it's P, he made it slap

[Verse 2: Jarry Manna]
Yikes
She gotta ride it with the water, so it's lеgible (so it's leg-)
Didn't read thе wave, had to put it in a parable (in a par-)
That lil' baby bad, but at first, it was terrible (shh)
We ain't know the truth, but she hurt, it's incredible (augh, augh, augh, augh)
Gotta stay on that [?] had to dead[?] it like a vegetable
Then, really, we rolled on the road to the festival (to the fes-)
I've seen what y'all did, but to this, not comparable (not compare)
We had threw the live in the time it was impeccable (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Guys

[Verse 3: Parris Chariz]
Yea
I had to speed it up
I made a set at Rolling Loud and made the speakers bust
Couldn't get a hug, now she wanna keep in touch
If you ain't close to one of my brothers, ain't no linkin' up
We made it happen from zero
I can't relax just for nothing
Now they gon' need intuition
I gotta make something bubble, uh
Gave it up
Went to school and gave it up
You are not the wave, it's us
It's really me, can't make it up (augh, augh, augh, augh)

[Verse 4: Jarry Manna]
Ok, I ain't with the foolery
I don't even own a piece of jewellery
Feel like nothing new to me
I be feelin' like I'm on a movie scene
We not doin' stuntin', this is truthfully
Had to separate from all the fakeness that was using me
And I want a
I call my own
The lost levels[?]
We all on go
Run it up
Me and Slick gon' run it up
Went to check the temperature and saw that y'all ain't hot enough

[Verse 5: Ty Brasel]
Yea, ayy
Hmm, hmm
I had to speed it up (mmh, hmm)
You can trust by my car dash, you ain't keepin' up (no, no)
I'm in my own lane when the highway beam me up (beam me up)
It's a cold game, gotta take shelter when the heater bust (tu tu tu)
I don't wanna die today, aye
Rest in peace my brothers who got took away
That's what evil does
Rolling to the festival, I see police on close watch (ooh)
Try to do the race, I just pray that we don't get stopped (ooh)

[Outro: Ty Brasel, Parris Chariz and Jarry Manna]
Hmm, hmm, hmm (Yea, I had to slow it down) hmm hmm, hmm
Hmm hmm, hmm (Run it up, me and Slick gon' run it up) hmm hmm, hmm