RØLL UP Lyrics

I done got these racks, that's the shit that you can't imagine

We gon' blow that bag, it's the shit that doesn't happen

They gon' play my song, run it back, don't do no cappin

Cheat on that bitch like a test, in school I woulda passed it

Roll up, Lil blunt , and we gon' touch the sky

Chill out, kick back, come on, feel the vibe

Fake shit, don't do that, and that is all, no lie

Get lit , we poppin' pills, gettin' drunk all night

Made a change, sippin' drink, blowin' racks they couldn't do it

Pour my heart out, feel my pain out, put that feelin' in this music

Leeches comin' back around, they need that money, drug abusin

You gon' play with me and the gang , we gon' pull up, get to shootin

We gon' go, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

We get high, roll that blunt, pour that purple, finna smoke

Fuck his bitch , but we keep that on the low

Get that bag and them racks in that mode

We gon' go, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Couple racks for me to show up

They wouldn't think that I would blow up

Yeah, we finna go up

I done got these racks, that's the shit that you imagine

We gon' blow that bag, it's the shit that doesn't happen

They gon' play my song, run it back, don't do no cappin

Cheat on that bitch like a test, I'm school I woulda passed it

Roll up, lil' blunt, and we gon' touch the sky

Chill out, kick back, come on, feel the vibe

Fake shit, don't do that, and that is all, no lie

Get lit , we poppin' pills, gettin' drunk all night

Yeah, not trippin', I don't do intermission

Me and my guys, I fuck them bitches on a two-man mission

I roll around, I been so paranoid, I been pistol grippin

I always been so different, never been the one to fit in

You just wanna feature, couple racks, I do not do no talkin

Hoppin' outthe whip, we got no key, we pull up and we parkin

All my cars, the newest 2020, I'ma push to start it

Hit the mall, might blow a bag, I swear I might just go retarded

Feel like skizzy', I'ma work and I'ma get that lettuce sandwich

Outer space , I feel like I'm on another planet

I been so far out the way, gon'in that that bitch like magic

Ima end it anyway they wonderin' what happened

I done got these racks, that's the shit that you imagine

We gon' blow that bag, this the shit that doesn't happen

They gon' play my song, run it back, don't do no cappin

Cheat on that bitch like a test, let's go out with a pest

Lil' blunt, and we gon' touch the sky

Chill out, kick back, come on, feel the vibe

Fake shit, don't do that, and that is all, no lie

Get lit, we poppin' pills, gettin' drunk all night

Get lit, we poppin' pills, gettin' drunk all night