Rollin' (feat. Raheem DeVaughn, The Hard Hitter Laroo, Mugzi, Work Dirty, Droop-E & DecadeZ)

Top down, where we headed?

I don't know, we just rollin'

Orange purple in the air

Let it blow, we just rollin'

Always got a sexy lady that's down to ride

We just rollin', rollin', rollin', we just rollin'

I'm in a new school whip, new school chick

She's chocolate but taste like Cool Whip

Four twelves quakin', seats vibratin'

Turn her to a witch, wanna ride broomstick

Livin' to the fullest, she rollin' some of that good shit

I'm rollin', feelin' exclusive, I know that she got the gushy

Tell a hater don't push me, I'm Drew Brees

Send a bullet pass at your ass, you goofy

I'm ridin' solo bolo dolo a la carte by myself

Finna take the exit, 'bout to go visit my top shelf

Three in the mornin' on the case like a lawyer

Her coochie hot like a broiler, I enjoy her

Make a playa wanna spoil her

On a scale from one to ten she a ten, ain't no in between

Body like Miss Twerksum from the twerk team

Light a incense, close the curtains

I got a bottle of that Landy and an ounce of Durff

We rollin'

I roll up in them new J's, nigga shootin' floor

Wild west nigga, where's my sombrero?

Cut a corner, cut a curb, cut a block

Hit the marijuana so hard your engine stop

Girl with me, her first appearance, you do not know her

Tree rollin' for this kingpin high roller

I roll with the best of 'em, we don't need a roof

Everyday dressed for the video shoot

Nicaraguan cigars, I blow those

I'm a young fat fly nigga, a show boat

What I'm ridin' in, cherry XLI

She never seen my type, to her I am Allah

Infatuated with her skin, it look cognac

Nasty nigga, I eat the pussy like a Big Mac

She know this for sure, it's precipitation in them panties

I fuck her like I'm mad but that make her happy

Y'all gon' have to roll them windows down

If y'all tryna smoke, nigga

'Cause y'all be smokin' that kill

And I ain't tryna croak, nigga

That's what the homie told me 'bout the homie when I was rollin'

I gotta know where we goin' 'cause you know these plates is stolen

I told him, homie, you ain't gotta trip

'Cause if we get pulled over I'ma exit

Out of your whip and then I'm gone

They call me Zulu Zilla, a goon like Thriller

Outside mint chip, inside vanilla

The ZAP Cold War makes your inside shiver

The Rally's on my tint, they go gorilla silver

Always ridin' shotgun, oh yeah I got 'em

Ladies love me more than Manolo red bottoms

Hoodrat sex symbol, remember the name

Jumped in the room with the block and I buried the game

And that's what we do

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We just rollin', rollin', we just rollin'

We just rollin'

High as a motherfuckin' kite, ridin' into the night, rollin'