Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Up, artist - Problem. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll Up |
| Compton, California |
| It’s well known, I get it crackin', though |
| I already run my town, it’s time to take it national |
| Real is all I ever speak, every quote is factual |
| Lick between my girly’s legs |
| She’s 'bout to cum, she grab my 'fro |
| Serving balls like McEnroe — cheese, I need no macaro' |
| Play me like a Fruity Pop, goons I’ll pop that cantaloupe |
| When OT I go OD — it’s two things that I’m gon' need: |
| A pack of bougie ghetto bitches and a pound of fire weed |
| That’ll have me adios, gang of boos, Apollo show |
| Fuck 'em like I love 'em then I dip back to the barrio |
| Money spinning like a wheel, it’s cool cause every day I earn |
| No one’s higher, forest fire, check all the tree I burn |
| Chachi Mr. Maserati, J full of that kamikaze |
| Pop your hottie off a molly while cheesin' for paparazzi |
| Never sloppy, always cool you-you the type that always lose |
| Always makin' money songs when yours as short as interludes |
| Ask your ho, I’ve been the dude b-bend the truth, never fake |
| Never hate — used to have to bend the rules to get my cake |
| Now I don’t, now I’m straight — but my bitches ain’t, though |
| Every day’s a celebration — Diamond Lane, it’s Separation |
| I’m just ridin' 'round with my niggas smokin' weed |
| Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I’m smokin' weed |
| Handlin' most my business while I’m smokin' weed |
| Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me |
| So roll up… (roll up, roll up…) |
| Go 'head, bro, roll up… (roll up) |
| Bitch, you wanna smoke, you’d better roll up |
| (Roll up, roll up…) |
| Go 'head and roll up… (roll up) |
| Or get the fuck from 'round me, pussy! |
| I got an O of bubble kush, finna roll that shit |
| Dirty Sprite, 2 litre, I’ma po’that shit |
| Got a bad bitch with me with a bad bitch with her |
| They back that ass, I throw that D |
| Not bullshit, and I’m dead seer |
| All I wanna do is get bread here |
| Took her back to the condo, I didn’t wan' fuck her |
| No sir, all I do is get head here |
| Hydro smoke all in the air |
| Ten bad bitches, big derrieres |
| Pretty toes, pretty titties, known millionaire |
| The Louis duffel, I can fit about ten in there |
| And what the fuck I care about if I offend a square? |
| Up your ass, shove your opinion there |
| Nigga, you lookin' at a self-made millionaire |
| Lil' nigga, but I walk like a grizzly bear |
| Okay, don’t get it fucked up, we with this shit |
| What you rap 'bout, we did the shit |
| Remember standing in the trap, I had 50 nicks |
| Six months, came up, I had 50 bricks |
| 100K looked like a meal ticket back in the day |
| Look at me know, I could double, triple that in a day |
| And that ain’t some shit a nigga just happen to say |
| Literally, I’m tryna let you know what happened today |
| G4 touch down, Bentley pull 'round |
| Hopped in the back seat, her head went down |
| While I roll one up, double my cup |
| Pour up drink 'til I throw up |
| Everybody know I don’t give no fuck |
| I’m rich, you don’t like me? |
| So what? |
| I’m drop-top riding, my Westside up |
| Hustle Gang in this bitch, nigga, get with us |
| A lot of y’all got Snoopy Dogg on y’all bucket list |
| You wanna smoke a bleeze? |
| You wanna bust a flig? |
| I’ve got no problem with it — my nigs, just make it quick |
| I’m tryna lay low, hey ho, as I stay low in your bitch |
| She couldn’t roll a blunt 'til I taught the ho and now she’s a pro |
| Easy though to freeze a ho, pleasable and feasible |
| Scary thing, that Mary Jane |
| Gon' do her thing no matter what |
| Get gat 'em up, tizatted up — it’s bad enough, next batter up |
| Dreaded up, breaded up — connect the dots, set it up |
| We blow 'til you can’t get enough |
| Like «give that up,» don’t give a fuck |
| Rules I bend 'em, hoes I break 'em |
| Take they mind and in time reshape 'em |
| Once I got 'em, shoot 'em, shot 'em |
| Now the bitch is my new assistant |
| Lookin' good, steady twistin' |
| Exercise to maximize |
| Minimize my bottom, Problem |
| Let me tell you what I’m gon' do |
| Diamond Lane, comin' through |
| Sell a pound, maybe two |
| In the red, in the blue |
| Smokin' green like «what it do?» |