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Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Slap your bitch in front yo kid
These the lines I don't f*ck wit
Spit something with substance
Or get thrown you into orbit
You don't stand a chance just forfeit
Never been the one to work it
But now Detta bout to surface
And show y'all his purpose
Hide yo kids hide your purses
Wallet, phones and don't act nervous
Your possessions are just worthless
Styled in designer thinkin you perfect
Ten bands on a shirt, that's worth it
Yeezy just dropped new shoes
I will purchase
Hop on line check what's trendin'
So I can keep pretendin'
That I am what I'm not
Dance with the devil in a pot
Lose myself while chasing others
Losing friends who I thought were brothers
Oh shit, that line real
Nod your head if you feel
Societies kidnapped your homie
He got designer but lonely
Traded friends for fashion
Now all he cares bout is his Rollie
Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Slap your bitch in front yo kid
These the lines I don't f*ck wit
Spit somethin' with substance
Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Got your bitch all on my dick
These the lines I don't f*ck wit
Spit somethin' with substance
Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Got your bitch all on my dick
Spit somethin' with substance
Whatever I do I stay in the spotlight
Big Brink I'm setting the trend
VNDTA got bars on bars so we gotta shed'em again and again
Man make mistakes that we learn from
More time we never regret
More time they stay on the hatin vibe
And we won't ever forget
Say we got the hot shot
When we shootin, it goes pop pop (Bop bop)
They're gonna know what's what
When this music, gets locked off
When they hear the bomb drop
Everybody gon' run for the bunker
And if everyone wanna point fingers
Den everyone gonna go straight under
See you better step back from the speakers
What I'm about to do is a little bit hideous
Even if you thought you were hard and you're out in the fields
And you really been drillin'em
Man f*ck a legitimate lyricists
Cause a driller goes di-di-di-di-di-di
And the rest of us thinkin you kid at this
The attack on the realest is imminent
They don't wanna deep it deep it
Just make sure the beef is even
Talk tough but I've seen the weakness
Man sweeter than Reese's Pieces
They ain't really steppin to no one
So I don't really need the speeches
Man better save the talkin
Cause it ain't that they really mean it
Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Got your bitch all on my dick
These the lines I don't f*ck wit
Spit somethin' with substance
Rollie Rollie on my wrist
Got your bitch all on my dick
These the lines I don't f*ck wit
Spit somethin' with substance

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