Hey
Rollin, rollin, rollin off them bars
She be high as hell off into mars
Toronto bitches I just want to know your art
It's hard enough for repetition in this part
Just keep it a thou'
Is you gone really play your part forreal
Look at these niggas
They ain't shit, cuz they need that tool
Hundred round drum
Told that bih' , do not act a fool
Your second guesses might just f*ck around and get you hit
And that's since a jit
Pushing in that whip just for the f*ck of it
Ain't worried bout a nigga cuz I know a nigga clutching shit
And if he want some smoke just let that nigga know it's havoc, aye
You can ask Ced, I been letting niggas have it
Never gave a f*ck about a nigga out here trapping
All these weak, punk ass niggas ain't got no cash
Steady saying that they rappers but they shit be old
Smoking on some gas man that shit got me stoned
Smoking on some gas man that shit got me stoned
High in the sky, bitch, yeah I'm off the drone
And my niggas on it nigga, getting all this cake
All y'all niggas acting pussies but y'all niggas fake
And y'all niggas fake
And y'all niggas fake
Man y'all niggas sitting on your ass and I'm getting my cake
Getting, getting cake
F*ck what you say
And my niggas smoking
Smokin' on some stank
F*ck it, it's Dk
Dk on his thing
Dk on his thing, man, we bout to hit that thing
Uh, uh, uh, yeah we bout to hit that thing
Chillin with a bitch, and her ass is very large
Booted up again, now I'm chillin' in the stars
Gave that bitch a pool, right by Poolin Park
Twelve pack of that Magnum Large in my shopping cart
Racing with yo bitch
In the hills
Hand on her lap
But she won't be still
She sees the reign, and she wants to know if it's real
I'm like it is
Yeah, yeah it is
Young nigga hopped up out the hidden mist
They don't like me when I'm with a different bitch
Little thotty wanna f*ck me and my clique
I smoked her up, broke her back, and took her Bic
I ain't got time for no bitch
Since my mind say 'chase the check'
She wanna f*ck wanna play with the dick
Eat it up, spit it out, do it again
Only got my closest friends
That's gone ride till the end
I'll murder you just for them
FN, Tech Nine, thirty with a dick
Percocets, Molly, Codeine, Activist
Pour me up, I'll take a sip
Molly detracts from the pain in my fizz
Bust in a thot, I can see all the jizz
Empty me out, she gone suck all the kids
She a nasty thotty bitch
She give's no f*cks her man know what it is
You ain't down to ride why the f*ck you here then, yeah
If you ain't down to ride why the f*ck you here then
Just me and the gang you ain't molly can't chill
Came a long way from drug poison and pills
But it's a long time before we up forreal
But ima stay patient and wait on a deal
Aye
You know it's only up from here
Rollin, rollin, rollin off them bars
(Molly, codeine and the pills, yeah)
She be high as hell off into mars
Toronto bitches I just want to know your art
It's hard enough for repetition in this part
Just keep it a thou'
Is you gone really play your part forreal
Look at these niggas
They ain't shit, cuz they need that tool
Hundred round drum
Told that bih' , do not act a fool
Your second guesses might just f*ck around and get you hit
And that's since a jit
It's the wave
Bitch
Ha
Wave Legacy - BAR$ (feat. Brax, Dk, Retric & Arab) Lyrics
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Hey
Rollin, rollin, rollin off them bars
She be high as hell off into mars
Toronto bitches I just want to know your art
It's hard enough for repetition in this part
Just keep it a thou'
Is you gone really play your part forreal
Look at these niggas
They ain't shit, cuz they need that tool
Hundred round drum
Told that bih' , do not act a fool
Your second guesses might just f*ck around and get you hit
And that's since a jit
Pushing in that whip just for the f*ck of it
Ain't worried bout a nigga cuz I know a nigga clutching shit
And if he want some smoke just let that nigga know it's havoc, aye
You can ask Ced, I been letting niggas have it
Never gave a f*ck about a nigga out here trapping
All these weak, punk ass niggas ain't got no cash
Steady saying that they rappers but they shit be old
Smoking on some gas man that shit got me stoned
Smoking on some gas man that shit got me stoned
High in the sky, bitch, yeah I'm off the drone
And my niggas on it nigga, getting all this cake
All y'all niggas acting pussies but y'all niggas fake
And y'all niggas fake
And y'all niggas fake
Man y'all niggas sitting on your ass and I'm getting my cake
Getting, getting cake
F*ck what you say
And my niggas smoking
Smokin' on some stank
F*ck it, it's Dk
Dk on his thing
Dk on his thing, man, we bout to hit that thing
Uh, uh, uh, yeah we bout to hit that thing
Chillin with a bitch, and her ass is very large
Booted up again, now I'm chillin' in the stars
Gave that bitch a pool, right by Poolin Park
Twelve pack of that Magnum Large in my shopping cart
Racing with yo bitch
In the hills
Hand on her lap
But she won't be still
She sees the reign, and she wants to know if it's real
I'm like it is
Yeah, yeah it is
Young nigga hopped up out the hidden mist
They don't like me when I'm with a different bitch
Little thotty wanna f*ck me and my clique
I smoked her up, broke her back, and took her Bic
I ain't got time for no bitch
Since my mind say 'chase the check'
She wanna f*ck wanna play with the dick
Eat it up, spit it out, do it again
Only got my closest friends
That's gone ride till the end
I'll murder you just for them
FN, Tech Nine, thirty with a dick
Percocets, Molly, Codeine, Activist
Pour me up, I'll take a sip
Molly detracts from the pain in my fizz
Bust in a thot, I can see all the jizz
Empty me out, she gone suck all the kids
She a nasty thotty bitch
She give's no f*cks her man know what it is
You ain't down to ride why the f*ck you here then, yeah
If you ain't down to ride why the f*ck you here then
Just me and the gang you ain't molly can't chill
Came a long way from drug poison and pills
But it's a long time before we up forreal
But ima stay patient and wait on a deal
Aye
You know it's only up from here
Rollin, rollin, rollin off them bars
(Molly, codeine and the pills, yeah)
She be high as hell off into mars
Toronto bitches I just want to know your art
It's hard enough for repetition in this part
Just keep it a thou'
Is you gone really play your part forreal
Look at these niggas
They ain't shit, cuz they need that tool
Hundred round drum
Told that bih' , do not act a fool
Your second guesses might just f*ck around and get you hit
And that's since a jit
It's the wave
Bitch
Ha
Rollin, rollin, rollin off them bars
She be high as hell off into mars
Toronto bitches I just want to know your art
It's hard enough for repetition in this part
Just keep it a thou'
Is you gone really play your part forreal
Look at these niggas
They ain't shit, cuz they need that tool
Hundred round drum
Told that bih' , do not act a fool
Your second guesses might just f*ck around and get you hit
And that's since a jit
Pushing in that whip just for the f*ck of it
Ain't worried bout a nigga cuz I know a nigga clutching shit
And if he want some smoke just let that nigga know it's havoc, aye
You can ask Ced, I been letting niggas have it
Never gave a f*ck about a nigga out here trapping
All these weak, punk ass niggas ain't got no cash
Steady saying that they rappers but they shit be old
Smoking on some gas man that shit got me stoned
Smoking on some gas man that shit got me stoned
High in the sky, bitch, yeah I'm off the drone
And my niggas on it nigga, getting all this cake
All y'all niggas acting pussies but y'all niggas fake
And y'all niggas fake
And y'all niggas fake
Man y'all niggas sitting on your ass and I'm getting my cake
Getting, getting cake
F*ck what you say
And my niggas smoking
Smokin' on some stank
F*ck it, it's Dk
Dk on his thing
Dk on his thing, man, we bout to hit that thing
Uh, uh, uh, yeah we bout to hit that thing
Chillin with a bitch, and her ass is very large
Booted up again, now I'm chillin' in the stars
Gave that bitch a pool, right by Poolin Park
Twelve pack of that Magnum Large in my shopping cart
Racing with yo bitch
In the hills
Hand on her lap
But she won't be still
She sees the reign, and she wants to know if it's real
I'm like it is
Yeah, yeah it is
Young nigga hopped up out the hidden mist
They don't like me when I'm with a different bitch
Little thotty wanna f*ck me and my clique
I smoked her up, broke her back, and took her Bic
I ain't got time for no bitch
Since my mind say 'chase the check'
She wanna f*ck wanna play with the dick
Eat it up, spit it out, do it again
Only got my closest friends
That's gone ride till the end
I'll murder you just for them
FN, Tech Nine, thirty with a dick
Percocets, Molly, Codeine, Activist
Pour me up, I'll take a sip
Molly detracts from the pain in my fizz
Bust in a thot, I can see all the jizz
Empty me out, she gone suck all the kids
She a nasty thotty bitch
She give's no f*cks her man know what it is
You ain't down to ride why the f*ck you here then, yeah
If you ain't down to ride why the f*ck you here then
Just me and the gang you ain't molly can't chill
Came a long way from drug poison and pills
But it's a long time before we up forreal
But ima stay patient and wait on a deal
Aye
You know it's only up from here
Rollin, rollin, rollin off them bars
(Molly, codeine and the pills, yeah)
She be high as hell off into mars
Toronto bitches I just want to know your art
It's hard enough for repetition in this part
Just keep it a thou'
Is you gone really play your part forreal
Look at these niggas
They ain't shit, cuz they need that tool
Hundred round drum
Told that bih' , do not act a fool
Your second guesses might just f*ck around and get you hit
And that's since a jit
It's the wave
Bitch
Ha
Writer: Braxton Brokenborough, Eric Griffin, Joan Mora, Jonathan Smith, Juan Mora
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid