Текст песни Rollin' - OOHZEE

I said these grills don't fit my fucking teeth
All these bitches love to tweet
All these bitches love to tweet
Get the fuck out of my face Imma go and delete
Yeah get the fuck out my face imma go and delete
AK in the backpack
Run up in the streets you gon end up in a nap sack
Everybody back, back, back, back, back up
Muthafuckas looking friendly when the macs up
Got a call from the plug got the packs up
Now the whole team mobbin with the racks up
Pussy popping your shorty bitch
I'll be dead before 40 bitch
I just made a mill so lets toast to this
And this codeine got me zoning
I been had hoes before your first boner
Sippin dirty soda
With that Arizona
Posted in Tacoma
Mobbin with my soldiers
Put that world up on my shoulders
Bench press the planet
God dammit I'm the man and they can't stand it
K's all in my trunk boy
J's, bottles, and blunts boy
That choppa loaded, them clips exposed
And just come around you get fucked boy
I can't fuck around with no fuck boy
Let these bitches know that I ain't staying with them
Hit the booth and I made this track
Just to let them know that I ain't playing with them
When the real ones die, fake ones gone multiply
Truth be told I'm too cold to die
And I hold it high if we talking the bar
Pull up real clean and smoke pour out the car
Pint full of lean and a blunt ready sparked
These bitches ain't biting man they barely bark
You just tossed a line in the mouth of a shark
Slow it down

I'm on a roll
Said I'm on a roll
I'm rolling I'm rolling
Said I'm on a roll
I'm rolling I'm rolling I'm rolling
Said I'm on a roll

Run in the building
With all my killers
My killers gon kill off like all of your killers
We came for the skrilla
We kidnap your dealer
We ain't gonna leave till the backpack is filled up
Fill up my cartridge and cup and the hearses
Put your hands up like you're looking for service
I'm dropping bars like I ain't got no service
You want someone dead? Well I am at your service
I behead these rappers and serve this
Then I go merk shit
Then I go toe to toe snatching up purses
Looking for purpose?
I'm looking for bitches with asses and burdens
My goons steady lurking that parking lot
In a world with a gun, and blunt, but no parking spot
I don't park a lot
Just drive by and the bodies like the market drop
I mark my spot
Marksman with the sharpest shot
Go karts go round the block
Like neighborhood watch
Yeah we got flashlights on our super soakers
World on my shoulders a blunt full of greenery
Look at this scenery
Beautiful