Rollin Lyrics – Yeat

[Chorus]
Your thotty gone give me that brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walked inside this b!tch
I'm just two stepping, ball on everyone
Went and got a bag, I ran it up
Then flipped off everyone
I just got these racks
I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some
Shooters ready to go
They ready to blast (Br)
They hit up everyone ready to go
They ready to blast
They hit up everyone
Every time I didn't give a sh!t
I still went number one (One)
And my pockets filled with money
B!tch, they f**king shmunked (Yeah)
I just pulled up outta Paris
Then hit Saint Laurent (West)
We heard you still live with your parents
You a f**king bum (Lil' bum)
No, you not been smoking no gas
You not smoking no Runtz (Huh)
I ain't never gone tell you twice
Only gone tell you once
Rolling, I'm just rolling
I'm just rolling off this molly
Rolling, I'm just rolling
I'm just rolling in the big body
Rolling, I'm just rolling
Bought a Motorola for my yola
I was selling (Yeah)
I heard you was telling
We heard you was just snitching
Can't rock with us
With some felons (Yeah)

[Verse]
Everything I do be going viral (Viral)
My fans just like a cult
They read my Bible (Bible)
B!tch you think you really rich
You just been lied to (Why)
I'm just swerving out the coupe
Just hit up the block (Yeah)
F**king on my thot, made her ship the Wock'
She sucking on my cock, she do that a lot
Yeah, I can't f**k with you at all
Where my Tes'? I just wanna ball
Yeah, I just wanna flex
But I'm not gone crawl
Yeah, a thief in the night
B!tch, that pu**y gone call
Yeah, even though you is a hater
You still at my show
Pulled out my sh!t on her back
Then I bust on her, yeah
Then I told her to go
Yeah, I don't be f**king with nobody
They just be sniffing that sh!t like it's snow
They sniffing that sh!t like a globe
FN my finger, that bih like a pole
Yeah, I'm about to blow
Time for me to go up
I'm about to explode
I'm 'bout to expose you
Osama bin Laden, my bro
No, I can't wife me a ho
Chill with my brother, my twizz, my bro
Big body stizz, or the Benz
Or the big body Lamb'
Boy, that b!tch 'bout to (Brrr)
I just pulled up like a yankee
In London might shank you
The b!tch 'bout to (Brrr)
I'm 'bout to slice you
I'm 'bout to dice you
It's not nice yeah
Put you inside of a bag
Then fill it with rice
Sitting at the lights
I just went doubled my money
Then I f**ked it up again
Made it go thrice
Yeah, I ain't even rock with nobody at all
So stop calling my phone, no advice
All of my diamonds
They smacking the sh!t out of you
Like the motherf**king lights
All of y'all really been bugging me
Yeah, like some motherf**king lice
Me and my twizzy's insane
We are not nice
Your thottie gone give me that brain
She suck it all night

[Chorus]
Your thotty gone give me that brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walked inside this b!tch
I'm just two stepping
Ball on everyone
Went and got a bag
I ran it up, then flipped off everyone
I just got these racks
I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some
Shooters ready to go, they ready to blast
They hit up everyone
Every time I didn't give a sh!t
I still went number one (One)
And my pockets filled with money
B!tch, they f**king shmunked (Yeah)
I just pulled up outta Paris
Then hit Saint Laurent (West)
We heard you still live with your parents
You a f**king bum (Lil' bum)
No, you not been smoking no gas
You not smoking no Runtz (Huh)
I ain't never gone tell you twice
Only gone tell you once
Rolling, I'm just rolling
I'm just rolling off the molly
Rolling, I'm just rolling
I'm just rolling in the big body
Rolling, I'm just rolling
Bought a Motorola for my yola I was selling (Yeah)
I heard you was telling
We heard you just was snitching
Can't rock with us
With some felons (Yeah)