Rolling Lyrics

Von, Von
Wha-?
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 on 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 out of the building
Many bitches wanna fuck my 30 got a dingaling
My 30 got a dingaling
She say she wanna fuck a nigga, gang
I turn up in the blue [?]
She eat the dick like some filet and chicken wang

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 on 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 on a 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
Investigation 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
Up it on 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 on a fucking opp
This 50 shot, 22 shot, it got 30 shot