Roll Up

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

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

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