paroles de chanson Off the Roll Up - Yung Dusty

Bruh I told you, you can't smoke that shit in here bro
Man I'll fuckin smoke you cuz
The fuck cuz
Ohh damn bruh
Umm
What I meant to say is I wanna hit it
Oh go 'head bruh that shit hella good

Claim they cause noise after hours
Y'all just muhfuckin crickets
Worried bout the company I keep
Just mind yo muhfuckin business
When it's a problem work it out
Aint talking muhfuckin fitness
If they runnin out they snout
Then with the muhfuckin quickness I'll
Get to muhfuckin trippin
Just tryna fit in the picture
Get to fuckin up they image
Swearin they was finna slide
Then went to fuckin up and slippin
Keep some homies I can't keep round
See a opp and they'll lift it
Like it's nothing
They like "Dusty why you speak in codes?"
I'm like "It's Russian"
Why y'all bitches still post Black&Milds
Like it's bussin
I'm a busy bone but I aint thuggin
Bitch I'm ruggish
Lift the score up on these hoes
And then I Boogie like I'm Cousins
Quick to mosey through the smoke
But I aint Ricky Slickster
They think they was runnin up on me
Bet I get jiggy quicker
I aint talkin scrammin bet your pockets that that shivy split ya
Always kept it zero'd
You can't say that I was iffy wit ya
Huh
But I aint worried bout false accusations
Why the fuck you worried about me homie what bag you chasing?
Claim that you be keeping to yourself
But bitch you mad, you hating
Ricky ran cause he aint had it
Wit no weapon I'll still have you racing
I just crush the dank out up in a Backwood
(Backwood)
Bitch it's Main South
I'm from that hood
(Right Here)
I could see the lane out like how a map would
So I can't just believe that suckas wit it cause they rap good
Keeping flame no B I C
You gettin struck without a Bic
I'm in the game you seeing me
Don't give a fuck about a bitch
That's S.O.L Shit Outta Luck
You at a L.O.S Lucked Outta Shit
And if I post it's bout some music
Give a fuck about a pic
Haa
Straight promotion only time that I be signing in
You solid and fuck wit me I fuck wit you
Fuck who you siding with
I know they clocking me and steady watching
So I'm timing it
Knew shorty was for the birds don't want that box
I'm acting blind with it
Claim they cause noise after hours
Y'all just muhfuckin crickets
Worried bout the company I keep
Just mind yo muhfuckin business
When it's a problem work it out
Aint talking muhfuckin fitness
If they runnin out they snout
Then with the muhfuckin quickness I'll
Get to muhfuckin trippin
Just tryna fit in the picture
Get to fuckin up they image
Swearin they was finna slide
Then went to fuckin up and slippin
Keep some homies I can't keep round
See a opp and they'll lift it

Like it's nothing
They like "Dusty why you speak in codes?"
I'm like "It's Russian"
I'm a busy bone but I aint thuggin
Bitch I'm ruggish
Lift the score up on these hoes
And then I Boogie like I'm Cousins
Keeping flame no B I C
You gettin struck without a Bic
I'm in the game you seeing me
Don't give a fuck about a bitch
That's S.O.L Shit Outta Luck
You at a L.O.S Lucked Outta Shit
And if I post it's bout some music
Give a fuck about a pic

If that aint what I'm saying
Ha
That's what I'm saying

It's a mandatory minimum
That I smoke a eighth before I leave anywhere