Lyrics:
much, fuck it, I'm sensitive
Then I get mad, I get passive, sarcastic
I know that I play too much, might hit the J too much
Sue me, I'm human
Ladies and mother fuckin gentleman
Boys and girls
Them they and everyone in between
I’m talking about them bitches and hoes
Them pimps and them
still keep my hustle up
Plus my DMs full of bitches wanna fuck
Rollin up feel the chill when the top low
Just to feel pop a pill now I talk slow
Fuckin
Yeah
Uhh huh, yeah
Uhh huh
My shorty call me Lee
I'm rollin hella deep,and when I'm in Miami I be hanging with the heat
I'm not to be fucked with,
I am too baked
But I'm still smokin'
I rolled up like two J (Bitch)
Dick in her mouth finna give her a toothache
(O oh) i'm on my Blackbeard
I'm
Couped in a Dodge
Two niggas be rollin’ (Zoom)
Sick of the lies
Cause everyone foldin’
Say the gon’ ride
They say they gon’ slide
But over the time
They
night
I cant sleep got me up going
Brake lights, brake lights, brake lights,
You don't see em I be rollin
Police wanna pull me over cuz they think I'm
Kenyan when I run up these tracks
Yeah I could do this all day but I'm sick and tired of running the laps
Dreading, no J Cole I can't fit all these rhymes
rollin' deep, represent the Sole
Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on
See them niggas all pause, droppin' digital phones
Askin' me, where
rollin' deep, represent the Sole
Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on
See them niggas all pause, droppin' digital phones
Askin' me, where
hmm
Maybe I should pass this j (na)
I’m rolling purple stuff
And it’s pretty potent bruh (potent)
Rollin up this purple stuff (purple)
I guess that’s
like a funnel
Pop it accidentally, really humble
Gotta keep it solid in the jungle
Break it down he get it by the bundle
Mathematician niggas doin'
smoke, you can find me rollin' with a Pinala A whole lotta game and a pound of sauce
A lot of these vipers wanna play the boss Pero les falta un huevos
rollin' deep, represent the Sole
Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on
See them niggas all pause, droppin' digital phones
Askin' me, where
on both coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls, now
You out for the season, J-Ro is the reason you freezin'
in the cold Sneezin' while I'm takin' pictures
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
push rocks like my main jigga kliph,
and I'll, stop the time like cyclops roll wit e-money,
scam some bitches wit j-hova man I swear that dude's funny,
A tide that could shift the culture
A massacre covered over
By taxes, racists, and voters, and tax invaders, and cobras
Snakes in the grass blow composure
murder she wrote
if doc come out its 30 impalas on a boat
nigga, we do this everyday,llamas under the thermal,
waitin by your stairs like Mary J
Beat
relentless in battle with camoflauge,
Still at large, takin' charge, dogg I'm holdin' bars
(Insane)
Down with my rounds, Lil' Insane breakin' bitches off,
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