Rollie

Shhhh shh shhh shh Listen , listen..just be quite Now I know you hear that shit Don't sound like no , no nigga creeping ? Sound like a nigga creeping don't it ? Yeah keep playing Shot him in both his legs , how he run Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun I just like that money I get greedy like my son Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen She want me to fall in love I will but don't tell her Bag bought her a lamb hoe you lucky I buy you a sweater FaceTime calls flashing guns me an the fellas Jon told me I'm mobbin round with that Glock like ian no felon Rob him for all his weed an smoke that shit nigga ian gone sell it Shot a nigga ass in the lip I think he dead but it ain't no telling Ion need you tryna preach to me nigga my granddad been a reverend Ion be with allat playing shit lil nigga ion do no mellin Ion need you tryna speak to me hoe cause you seen me hop out that wagon He told me he ain't have no money he praying to God I started laughing I been going on murder sprees nigga an I be bragging Flipped his couch like I had me a warrant nigga I get active Shot him in both his legs , how he run Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun I just like that money I get greedy like my son Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen Ion wipe noses hell no nigga I cut throats I'm the type to pass her to lil folks nigga Rondo If I catch a charge today I'm going out like Rambo Gen-5 on me an I'm ichy don't be playing folks She want her a gangsta bitch I'm gangsta what you saying hoe I promote the violence bitch I'm dropping shit an keeping score He a hood nigga caught him lacking at the hood store We smoke out the bag ion do no swishers bring me woods hoe You know yeen no shooter yeen gone shoot but you say you would though Imma die on papers can't get off I wish I could though All these niggas with me gone buss they guns I wish they would choke Book me for a feature I got the money an didn't even fucking go Dirk Shot him in both his legs , how he run Ain't no way I'm walking inside your club without my gun You can't tell me rob him without shooting him it ain't no fun I just like that money I get greedy like my son Call that pussy boy a model I shot him like he posing Took his watch an told him it ain't no Rollie issa Stollie Pointing at a nigga with a AR 2 streets over I think I'm Kobe D-I-R-K-O look at my chain this shit frozen