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Cee Tha Gxdd & YungRhyan2x - Rollin' Lyrics




Rollin
Rollin

I just dropped racks at the lot
Cashed out on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin'
Say
I just pulled off from the marathon with a full tank
Don't ask where I'm going
Yeah
They was paying me like no mind
I done went got my own grind
I just cashed out at the lot
Dropped racks on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin

Hating niggas always come round eyeballing
Watching my bread
Ain't got none
I'ma stand in this bih with my motherf*cking strap showing
None of these niggas ain't bout nun
Aye
Pretty lil bih set em up for a lil cake
Know the head good cause her name got three A's
Suck me in the whip finna run off the road
Bring her back to the bed
Make her curl up them toes
Know it can seem like my life is a movie
But I treat this shit like a motherf*cking sport
Young nigga you broke know that shit is a choice
Heard you nut in that bitch and she ain't even yours
Walk in the booth and I'm spazzing on all em
And I'm finna go off again
Brand new G5 don't need a switch on it
Got good aim just need me a clip on it
Crying cause ya hoe got hit put a bib on
Baby bottle filled with that drank finna sip on it
Shroom dust pink runtz all in the cigar
Load up the drac make it sang like a sitar
Got a nigga feeling like a wizard
A nigga whole vibe switch soon as I enter
Say I just pulled up off two of them beans
Them skittles
Nigga I'm rollin
Mmm
Said I'm off two
Still finna go flip two
I need me a couple blues
Don't know what they thought
We don't take no breaks
No days off
Yeah

I just dropped racks at the lot
Cashed out on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin
Say
I just off from the marathon with a full tank
Don't ask where I'm going
Yeah
They was paying me like no mind
I done went got my own grind
I just cashed out at the lot
Dropped racks on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin
I just dropped racks at the lot
Cashed out on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin
Say
I just off from the marathon with a full tank
Don't ask where I'm going
Yeah
They was paying me like no mind
I done went got my own grind
I just cashed out at the lot
Dropped racks on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin

Like f*ck it I guess we rollin again
Put it in motion again
These niggas call from fake numbers
And text from fake numbers
I guess they back trolling again
I bring the heat like the summer I'm hot like a sauna
My feelings back colder again
Say f*ck it I know that I'm high
But we just got exotic so f*ck it we rollin again
Say I'm in the coupe feeling coupeish
Boyz in the hood Eazy E bitch I'm ruthless
You ain't my bitch no foreplay
I ain't got time to eat coochie
I can't stop my grandma say she wanna meet Boosie
'Member them days I'd rap in the car
Knew I'd turn to a star it was me unc and Rudy
Light skin bitch a rose like Rubi
Rolling through the hood surrounded by shooters
I been trying do better my grandma tell me be better but lately been losing my hope
Say we putting shit together
This shit getting hotter than ever
I swear we ain't ducking no smoke
Say this shit forever
I'm rollin' all in other cites
Letting em know I come from the road
They don't want him to tote it
But get in they feelings and cry when he die for not toting his pole
I swear we rollin
Rollin
Rollin
Play and we on it
On it
On it
I'm in the coupe driving reckless I'm swerving
I got that shhh in my lap I ain't nervous
If you gone roll better roll with a purpose
Bitch if you sucking on me better slurp it
Coming for shit I couldn't have with a purpose
And I'm rollin up shhh
I know little buddy hurting

Bitch ass nigga we rollin fasho
Bitch ass nigga we rollin fasho
No mind
My own grind
Rollin fasho
Deluxe we in motion fasho
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Rollin
Rollin

I just dropped racks at the lot
Cashed out on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin'
Say
I just pulled off from the marathon with a full tank
Don't ask where I'm going
Yeah
They was paying me like no mind
I done went got my own grind
I just cashed out at the lot
Dropped racks on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin

Hating niggas always come round eyeballing
Watching my bread
Ain't got none
I'ma stand in this bih with my motherf*cking strap showing
None of these niggas ain't bout nun
Aye
Pretty lil bih set em up for a lil cake
Know the head good cause her name got three A's
Suck me in the whip finna run off the road
Bring her back to the bed
Make her curl up them toes
Know it can seem like my life is a movie
But I treat this shit like a motherf*cking sport
Young nigga you broke know that shit is a choice
Heard you nut in that bitch and she ain't even yours
Walk in the booth and I'm spazzing on all em
And I'm finna go off again
Brand new G5 don't need a switch on it
Got good aim just need me a clip on it
Crying cause ya hoe got hit put a bib on
Baby bottle filled with that drank finna sip on it
Shroom dust pink runtz all in the cigar
Load up the drac make it sang like a sitar
Got a nigga feeling like a wizard
A nigga whole vibe switch soon as I enter
Say I just pulled up off two of them beans
Them skittles
Nigga I'm rollin
Mmm
Said I'm off two
Still finna go flip two
I need me a couple blues
Don't know what they thought
We don't take no breaks
No days off
Yeah

I just dropped racks at the lot
Cashed out on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin
Say
I just off from the marathon with a full tank
Don't ask where I'm going
Yeah
They was paying me like no mind
I done went got my own grind
I just cashed out at the lot
Dropped racks on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin
I just dropped racks at the lot
Cashed out on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin
Say
I just off from the marathon with a full tank
Don't ask where I'm going
Yeah
They was paying me like no mind
I done went got my own grind
I just cashed out at the lot
Dropped racks on a brand new whip
Now I'm rollin

Like f*ck it I guess we rollin again
Put it in motion again
These niggas call from fake numbers
And text from fake numbers
I guess they back trolling again
I bring the heat like the summer I'm hot like a sauna
My feelings back colder again
Say f*ck it I know that I'm high
But we just got exotic so f*ck it we rollin again
Say I'm in the coupe feeling coupeish
Boyz in the hood Eazy E bitch I'm ruthless
You ain't my bitch no foreplay
I ain't got time to eat coochie
I can't stop my grandma say she wanna meet Boosie
'Member them days I'd rap in the car
Knew I'd turn to a star it was me unc and Rudy
Light skin bitch a rose like Rubi
Rolling through the hood surrounded by shooters
I been trying do better my grandma tell me be better but lately been losing my hope
Say we putting shit together
This shit getting hotter than ever
I swear we ain't ducking no smoke
Say this shit forever
I'm rollin' all in other cites
Letting em know I come from the road
They don't want him to tote it
But get in they feelings and cry when he die for not toting his pole
I swear we rollin
Rollin
Rollin
Play and we on it
On it
On it
I'm in the coupe driving reckless I'm swerving
I got that shhh in my lap I ain't nervous
If you gone roll better roll with a purpose
Bitch if you sucking on me better slurp it
Coming for shit I couldn't have with a purpose
And I'm rollin up shhh
I know little buddy hurting

Bitch ass nigga we rollin fasho
Bitch ass nigga we rollin fasho
No mind
My own grind
Rollin fasho
Deluxe we in motion fasho
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Writer: Kasseem Dean, Earl Simmons, Fred Durst, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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