Lyrics Rolling up Sticky Freestyle - Archielee214

Sippin' that lean-it, bad for my kidney Rollin' up sticky, my bitch is real pretty
I'm in the city, she sellin' that kitty Hate that I'm show, you fuck niggas envy
White bitch, name that hoe Lil' Cindy Run to the bank, I'm smokin' that chimney
Hate my lil' partner through J-Pay My nigga took a charge, so a young nigga stay safe

I don't even know why they hatin' Maybe my ice on glacier
Keep a couple bad hoes waitin' I'ma serve you like a waiter
Not talkin' money, I'll see you later Niggas not real, these niggas fabricated
I don't even know where my phone key ringin' I don't even need you, fuck them people

Lil' bad hoe, she strippin' on the weekend Sellin' that pussy to them people
Your baby daddy broke, bitch, we are not equal Let's keep it even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin' through hundreds

These niggas not enemies, niggas be trash I'm in the trap, I'm sellin' big cash
You don't know where I come from I get that bag, that's a lonesome
If I ain't got him, I'ma take some I'm in the hood with some real some
I ain't gon' lie, I tricked on a bitch I don't want none, but I fucked a friend

When it time, I'm in the trap With a bag and a scale
I gotta make some shit, wanna fuck till the sun up
I gotta trap till the work gone All I know is to hustle
All I know is to struggle I put it together like a puzzle

Depression can't crumble, it's hard to be humble My vision's autumnal, my bitch is a hunnid
Call her, she comin', she fuck when she hauntin' My bitch is not bornin', know that I'm talkin' in money
Yeah, let that money talk for me Hop in a foreign, my bitch is she gordin
She know that I want it, I fuck in the mornin' Hopped in a van, it's roaring

Remember I was broke, it was polo, Ralph Lauren These niggas sleep, they snorin
Servin' up, blockin' some forces I had to take losses to get where I'm goin
That life that I'm livin', I was not normal I'm high as the orbit, it's feelin' eternal
I walk through the portal, this burner gon' burn ya Please don't record me, this is my story

Don't ask how I'm doin' when you worried about money My flow is so godly, them demons behind me
See all this money, she hollin', you got me like
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You say that you got me, my diamonds keep bindin' She know that I'm icy, that money keep pilin

You talk to me too much, fuck, hit the gas on these niggas, man, and don't stop
You chosen, you lost, runnin' your house, we breakin' the vows
With a lil' bad bitch, she breakin' me up She givin' me cash, she givin' me mouth
Talkin' that shit, I edit bitch out Never catch me dancin' for clout

Back in Caymus, never no trout Hate that I'm havin' it now
Runnin' through zips like I'm passin' it out Smokin' on cookie, my head in the clouds
Pimp on your bitch, keep cash in her mouth We just smokin' on, I ain't hearin' the sound
Pressure in the wood, this really that loud Slut fuck nigga, make him drop out

Cash in the coupe and I'm tellin' him, pounce these fuck niggas
Beat by my style while I jump in the crowd
You sippin' that lean-it, bad for my king Rollin' up sticky, my bitch is real pretty
I'm in the city, she sellin' that kitty Hate that I'm show you, fuck niggas envy

White bitch, name that hoe Lil' Cindy
Runnin' to the bank, I'm smokin' that chimney
Hate my lil' partner through JPEG My nigga took a charge so a young nigga stay safe
I don't even know why they hatin' Maybe my ice on glacier

Keep a couple bad hoes waitin' I'ma serve you like a waiter
Not talkin' money, I'll see you later
Niggas not real, these niggas fabricated
I don't even know where my phone key ringin

I don't even need you, fuck them people
Lil' bad ho, she strippin' on the weekend
Tellin' that pussy to them people
Your baby daddy broke, bitch, we are not equal

Let's get even, let me go and rob that nigga on the weekend
Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk
Countin' up money, I'm runnin' through hundreds

These niggas not like me, these niggas be trash
I'm in the trap, I'm sellin' big cash
You don't know where I come from
I get that bag, that's a lump sum

If I ain't got it, I'ma take some
I'm in the hood with some real songs
I ain't gon' lie, I tricked on a bitch
I don't want none, but I fucked a friend

With some arms in the trap
With a bag and a scale, I gotta make some
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, yeah
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