Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll My Weed, artist - Don Q. Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll My Weed |
| Yeah |
| She gon' roll my weed and she gon' pour me up |
| Valet, where my key? |
| Nigga don’t hold me up |
| She gon' roll my weed (yeah), she gon' pour me up (yeah) |
| Valet where my key? |
| (yeah) Please don’t hold me up (yeah) |
| All I know is speed (yeah), bitch tryna slow me up (yeah) |
| I’m goin' overseas, call a PJ and come load me up (yeah) |
| I know she love the demeanor (yeah), I blow a dub when I seen her (yeah) |
| I know these bitches be runnin' game, so I know what’s up when I meet 'em (yeah) |
| Young nigga I used to jump the train |
| And we used to pump at the cleaners (yeah) |
| My dream was to get 100 chains, and pull up and jump out and jump out of |
| beamers (yeah, uh) |
| Yeah look at the stats, we the ones who put the hood on the map (yeah) |
| Most of you couldn’t adapt, you start at and built if from scratch |
| They sayin' wait for the hood to collapse |
| on my waist come with fully attached (fully attached) |
| Aim at his face watch his hoodie detach |
| No wonder our names get put in no raps, ni99a |
| She gon' roll my weed (yeah), she gon' pour me up (yeah) |
| Valet, where my key? |
| (yeah), please don’t hold me up (yeah) |
| All I know is speed (yeah), bitch I’m a slow (yeah) |
| I’m goin' overseas, call a PJ and come load me up (yeah) |
| There’s way too much cash in the room |
| Call the Brinks truck and tell them to load it up |
| I been scorin', that’s a hole-in-one |
| With the jewelry on, a ni99a cold as fuck |
| I was inside of the Bentley truck, I was rollin' up and they notice us |
| She keeps on tryna hop in with us and she wanna cup, so I poured it up |
| You not gettin' money, you slow as fuck |
| She just give up |
| My wrist the X Games my, diamonds they shredded |
| She got a head start, she can go sleddin' |
| How you get a head start still got no credit? |
| The first thing I learned in the hood was to get it |
| With spikes on it, bottom’s red like spaghetti |
| Still be surprised when I look at the debit |
| Still be surprised when I look where I’m headed |
| Fuck a I’m a crook and they it |
| Red bottoms got me hooked, it’s a fetish |
| They know who popped him, they couldn’t accept it |
| My hood ain’t neglected, they know where we at |
| You plannin' on slidin', I wouldn’t suggest it |
| The homies was sayin' I shouldn’t address it |
| The police watchin' but couldn’t connect it |
| She gon' roll my weed (yeah), she gon' pour me up (yeah) |
| Valet, where my key? |
| (yeah) Please don’t hold me up (yeah) |
| All I know is speed (yeah), bitch tryna slow me up (yeah) |
| I’m goin' overseas, call a PJ and come load me up (yeah) |