Lyrics Rolling - King Von , YNW Melly

Von, Von
Huh? What?
Melly what you on gang?
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Up it a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot
It got 30 shot (boom, boom, boom)
You don′t want no pressure boy
You know I'll stretch ya boy
You said that you wit′ it
I'll light you up like Sketchers boy
Have yo' ass running
Right after the bell ring
Any bitches wanna fuck, my 30 got a dingaring, bang
My 30 got a dingaling, bang
She said she wanna fuck a nigga, gang
I turn up in the booth like I do it
She eat the dick like some flat neck and chicken wing
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Up it at fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Up it at fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot
It got 30 shot (boom, boom, boom)
She know I buy everything
Louis shoes, Givenchy sneaks
They know I tote everything
From 4-5 Glocks to Mack 16s
Blue and white say clear the scene
I did it but it wasn′t me
′Vestigation and they tryna beat us
Boy we ain't gon′ win
I just need a bad ho
I can't stand no mad ho
Popped so many niggas that my nickname should be Rambo
We shooting out the windows
Luki got a flip-phone
I nicknamed him King Cole
Melly all the tooka gone
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Open at a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot
We be rolling hella tree
We be counting hella guap
She know I got lots of thots
Who suck the dick and gimme top
Pull up with that 40 Glock
Open at a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot
It got 30 shot