Lyrics Rollo's Revenge - 444 KeyLo

(Ugh)
(Haha)
Yo this beat is fucking wild

Hold up, look
Pull up wit' a semi auto
How I got a little baddie tryna give me swallow
Slurring words and pouring more out the fucking bottle
Four door, we score more then hit the throttle
And we are what they adore so they gon' fucking follow
But I'm pillow talking bitches tryna skip the convo
With a rubber cause they scratching like the fucking lotto
On my mother wit' my brother jumping out the Tahoe (Like)

Like, ugh
I feel the bass in my veins and the chemicals inside my brain is in-balanced (Ugh)
Bitches be trauma dumping
I'm four hundred dumping cause the way that they feeling invalid
Boy you got pulled out by a spoon, by the tongs
Could of sworn they was whipping a salad
Bitches been stalking on me, hawking on me
But they should of known I been cutting off talons

What you wanna call this, talent
Pussy act like I don't have it cause I bent his bitch on my mattress
Even though that shit was average, I still had to fucking tap it
I still had to make it loose, I just had break the rules
For the opps I tie the noose
For the cops, I'm chucking deuce
Forty shots right to his room
Like
I'm back in this
Who's hot, want shots, I'm packing it (Grr bow)
What's happening
Moves blocks, chop opps, we savages (Haha)
You sad lil' bitch
Go out, hoe out, come back to him (Yeah)
We blasting shit
Head shot, dead body need bandages
I'm like
Let It, let it breathe
Let me see
Where they finna' be
No 1's or 2's or 3's
We want 4's, we want want all the beef
We want smoke, we got all the keys
We the ones wit' dough
Like

Pull up wit' a semi auto
How I got a little baddie tryna give me swallow
Slurring words and pouring more out the fucking bottle
Four door, we score more then hit the throttle
And we are what they adore so they gon' fucking follow
But I'm pillow talking bitches tryna skip the convo
With a rubber cause they scratching like the fucking lotto
On my mother wit' my brother jumping out the Tahoe (Like)
Like
Pull up wit' a semi auto
How I got a little baddie tryna give me swallow
Slurring words and pouring more out the fucking bottle
Four door, we score more then hit the throttle
And we are what they adore so they gon' fucking follow
But I'm pillow talking bitches tryna skip the convo
With a rubber cause they scratching like the fucking lotto
On my mother wit' my brother jumping out the Tahoe (Like)
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