Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollin, artist - Deniro Farrar. Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rollin |
| All eyes on me, nigga, shit, I’m feelin' like pot… |
| They can’t even picture me rollin' though, ha… |
| (Can you) |
| Picture me rollin'? |
| Ridin' and I’m smokin' |
| (In the) S550 and that bitch prolly stole it, nah nah |
| You know I’m rollin', .45-totin' |
| All this cash that I’m foldin' |
| Niggas hate to see me rollin' |
| Can you picture me rollin'? |
| Ridin' and I’m smokin' |
| Pistol on my lap, bust a nigga head open |
| I’m precise with the aim, you don’t wanna provoke me |
| All this kush in my lungs is the reason that I’m chokin' |
| In this work I be servin', this niggas is so potent |
| Heard the jackboys lurkin', try to rob me I’m-a murk 'em |
| With the .40 I’m a surgeon, licking shots and then I’m swervin' |
| Throwin' work to all my niggas, they catch it like Michael Irvin |
| And them killers gon' blitz; |
| nigga, I ain’t never worried |
| I’m thuggin' it 'til I’m buried, that extendo hold 30 |
| Told mama that I got her, she ain’t gotta worry |
| Smoke foggin' up my whip, now my vision gettin' blurry |
| I’m just trying to make it home, cause the police out here lurkin' |
| Ask me how I bought my whip, bitch you know that I ain’t workin' |
| You can’t even search my shit, you ain’t even got a warrant |
| No pussy motherfucker just don’t wanna see me swervin', nah nah… |
| If you my nigga, I really mean my nigga |
| Vow to stay the same even if we gettin' bigger |
| The money comin' in like we got a money printer |
| And we runnin' through them checks like a motherfuckin' sprinter |
| I don’t fuck with pussy niggas, stay away from pretenders |
| Cause niggas be in yo business, wearin' wires with antennas |
| It won’t hold up in court, like pants with no suspenders |
| Money don’t grow on trees -- then why the fuck I got these splinters? |
| And I’m ridin' by my lonely, tryin' to remember -- |
| The days, when my heart wasn’t cold like December |
| Stolen car; |
| stolen rims, it don’t even match the vendor |
| Whippin' dope up with the drill, fans sittin' by the window |
| And the family fuck you over, guess blood gettin' thinner |
| In a world full of losers niggas hate when you a winner |
| So I’m ridin' and I’m smokin', pistol in my lap |
| Just left my stash house; |
| now I’m ridin' to the trap, nah nah… |
| Shady Blaze, bruh, and you know that I’m a schizo |
| I’m ridin' and I’m smokin', you already know how the shit go |
| If you niggas wanna beef, we can make that shit official |
| It’ll be a two-on-one, you versus me with a pistol |
| Yes nigga I am loaded, so don’t do nothin' stupid |
| Piss me off, you get the heat; |
| who’s the next to make me do it? |
| Wise up in these streets, I ain’t hangin' with nothin' stupid |
| I ride around with my family, bitch niggas are not included |
| Deniro, he got the .40, so don’t make my nigga use it |
| Destination is the money, no way we ain’t gettin' to it |
| I’m-a be this way forever and what you hear is exclusive |
| Ya bitin' my style; |
| fuck around, nigga, and get a tooth chipped |
| It’s real life, king shit, I’m a fuckin' Raider |
| If they call this shit the rap game then I’m the top player |
| Niggas start off with they mamas, now they snitchin' to they neighbors |
| Then they talkin' to the pigs, next up’s gon' be them mayors |
| Ain’t nothin' more worse than a motherfuckin' snitch |
| Kill him and then take his bitch |
| Tie her up and don’t take her list (?) |
| Dress the ho up in the rain (?) |
| Then drop her off with the Crips |
| I’m a shady nigga; |
| it’s Greenova, how you picture me now? |
| Picture me, picture a nigga rollin'… (x3) |
| Nigga rollin', Greenova… |