Saint Kneek - Rollin' Up

Rolling up this dolja eyes red smoking with the devil
Make me grab that ski mask black gloves and that fucking shovel
On that level pouring fours riding round with them poles
Whip a nigga out his clothes foe I snatch his fucking soul
Finally made it off parole no this shit ain't new to me
Bitch do what you gon do to me before they speak ya eulogy
It ain't no getting through to me already got it on my mind
Nigga try to cross that line leave his fucking mama crying

Jocing in a cell it was Hell now I'm out that bitch
Niggas talking reckless when I'm knowing they ain't bout that shit
K off in my hand I ain't playing it's gon flip something
Murder man dance ambulance come and zip something
Oh he trying to tip something bring it to his mama door
Nigga thinking I'm a hoe we finna let his mama know
How far this fucking drama go I make it hard to sleep at night
Bitch you know it's up with me I catch you in them streets at night
Pulling straps like a dyke or something a lil hyper something
Shit I'm spitting melt the mic or something bitch I'm sniping something
From the roof I did him in put that on my next to kin
Shout out to the plug I get love from them Mexicans

Rolling up this dolja eyes red smoking with the devil
Make me grab that ski mask black gloves and that fucking shovel
On that level pouring fours riding round with them poles
Whip a nigga out his clothes foe I snatch his fucking soul
Finally made it off parole no this shit ain't new to me
Bitch do what you gon do to me before they speak ya eulogy
It ain't no getting through to me already got it on my mind
Nigga try to cross that line leave his fucking mama crying

Written by:
Dominic Wilson

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