Lyrics Roll My Weed - Don Q, Jay Critch

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)