Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Up, artist - Mr. ExileDate of issue: 10.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll Up |
| Roll up |
| It don’t matter if it’s some gas |
| Cigars, papers, whatever, nigga |
| Crumbling Cookies, cracking the window, stuffing raw cones |
| Pops on the phone, «Buck, I need somethin' I can walk on» |
| I’m not coming home, just told my bitch I’m gettin' my rock on |
| Glock in my palm, I’m servin' the young niggas this heroin |
| Pull up and get some gas, nigga, right at the Chevron |
| That snitch can’t do his job if he have no one to tell on |
| Can’t do nothin' but rob when you have nothin' to dwell on |
| I put it up and when I took a fall, look what I fell on |
| I’m sayin' roll this up for me |
| I ain’t never been weak, but I can barely sleep |
| (Somebody roll this up for me) |
| I’ve been up for almost 48 hours, been countin' my cheese |
| Step on Section 8, I watched some young niggas come under me |
| Make the same mistake until they wakin' up in custody |
| Trap for what I want, I don’t believe in havin' luck for me |
| Forgot them nights in the 'Nolia with Juvie really stuck to me |
| Maybe it’s the backseat of that Lexus 400, me and BG |
| Jimmy in the passenger and that chopper right next to me |
| Guess it’s wakin' up and Biz takin' me to see Pimp C |
| Man, for both of them I’m hollerin' RIP, me and Bun B |
| Jayla got her first job, I told her, «Nothing comes free |
| You my daughter and Daddy got you, how rich can one be?» |
| You can get on or get life, yeah, just from one key |
| I’m just kickin' it with y’all, Chun Li, can somebody roll this up for me? |
| Let a real nigga speak, I never let 'em get to me |
| (I need y’all to roll this up for me) |
| That’s the life of a G, when you’re livin' fast in tough streets |
| I touched down for a nigga |
| I thought this nigga would have a bag (Roll this up for me) |
| Fuckin' old mama type of nigga so I had to fall back |
| Death before dishonor |
| Knife in the back wounds came from my partner |
| Careful with karma, they do anything for a dollar |
| Like Wendy Davis stayed in touch with me through CorLinks |
| It’s some people that appreciate it more than what you think |
| Brought some niggas to the well but they just wanted more to drink |
| Instead of tryna buy some cups, I’m watching more of us just sink |
| Cover our bullet wounds with Band-Aids and tat our face with ink |
| Shoot at anything that blink, since you niggas wanted to link |
| Roll this up for me |
| To all my niggas deceased, pour some liquor for my G’s |
| (KoKane, please roll this up for me) |
| I’m still in these streets |
| Doin' what I gotta do to get my cheese (What up, cuz? Roll this up for me) |
| Doin' what I gotta do to get my cheese (What up, son? Roll this up for me) |
| I’m doin' what I gotta do to get my cheese (Roll up) |