paroles de chanson Rollin (prod. by Saint Cardona) (feat. KZ Hinton) - No PITty

Gang inna all black suit
She watching but won't see the move
She lying and acting a fool
And tryna make it the truth yeah

Speaking the truth
But I only speak inna booth
So I gotta pour up some deuce
Yeah we put that boy on the news
She can slide if she bringing her friend
I come out after dark PM
And that money keep rolling in
Heard he outta control with them Xans
Benjamin's
Franklins
Ion give a fuck Whatchu thinking
And that money keep callin im racing
He a rat got his name onna statement
Stressed out
Thinking
Ion smoke but imma face it
Designer on me what I'm draped in
He a demon until he see satan

She a demon
Woah
She wanna fuck with no clothes
She wanna fuck on the low
I keep my hand on my pole
Cant fall in love with a hoe
Forgetting that bitch and I'm gone
Rose
Reload
Hoes say
I'm raw
Yeah I'm rollin I'm rollin
Yeah I'm rollin I'm rollin
My mask up

Fuck around run a rack
Couple hundreds inna stack
Easy bag I got it back
Flip it now I got a mack
Whole thirty round inna mag
Could erase a lil nigga like dat
He'll time travel to da past
Twelve lookin stupid what stash
But I'm paranoid everyday
And the music what I'm tryna chase
Pray to the lord inna way
Inna way you can't compensate
Rest in piece to the woo
Dripping water Jimmy choo
How many come ups did he lose
Doesn't matter now he cool
Fake nigga he a lame
Leave me lone I changed
The road I live I paved
Really I'm still the same

She a demon
Woah
She wanna fuck with no clothes
She wanna fuck onna low
I keep my hand on my pole
Cant fall in love with a hoe
Forgetting that bitch and I'm gone
Rose
Reload
Hoes say
I'm raw
Yeah I'm rollin I'm rollin
Yeah I'm rollin I'm rollin

And I drive the whip like it stolen
And I do that shit cause I wrote it
Bet that forty gone fuck up his colan

Catch a body like I'm open
One eighty on eighty one rollin
Cuban link the clip frozen

I only run up a bag
I bet he gone run we blast

You stay in your lane you won't crash
See me and KZ moving fast

I keep a gun in my stash
So none of my opps never last

Thirty eighty in da drake imma blast
The opps rollin up imma spazz

She a demon
Woah
She wanna fuck with no clothes
She wanna fuck on the low
I keep my hand on my pole
Cant fall in love with a hoe
Forgetting that bitch and I'm gone
Rose reload
Hoes say
I'm raw
Yeah I'm rollin I'm rollin