[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
Roll up, roll up
Roll the fuck up
Roll up, roll up
Roll the fuck up
Roll up, roll up, yea
Roll up, roll up, yea
Roll up, roll up, yea
Roll the fuck up
[Tony Yayo:]
2 guns up machine gun kelly
I leave you stuck in a box like skelley
With a 100 dutch masters layin in the mansion
Bad bitch give me a kiss with a shotgun
I catch an air 1 the rap kevin durrant
Dubal suite 7-5 the lanth
For just one night
Gucci jogger hold the gun tight
I never sleep cause death is in my eye sight
3 girls in my ride marc jacobed up
1 bitch roll up, 1 bitch spark up
[Chorus x2]
[D. Brown:]
I smoke like a pound in my pocket
The flow shock value like forts and worth sockets
The chronic lookin like the sweater biggie used to wear
Got me feelin so good that I might run for mayor
You think you smoke alot, nigga we smoke more
Find whores and car ride doors lowkey like missing doors
Fill up with plastic cups the way these white boys score
From the d with the rhymes, jessica gaymore
I only fuck with models, actresses, stewardess
Y'all niggaz broke like a fucking cali sentences
We make classic albums with no budgets
The bitch clit smelling like cat fish nuggets
Big butts with clean dry pressing on my briefs
And mo city bitches bums I fuck em I smoke anis
Where all the hoes at hurts beats and eats in the light
Eats beats and skeet skeets on her cheeks dayumm
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