Yung Zona - Rollin'

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3 AM I just planned a trip to Texas
Rollin round stopped at the Waffle House for breakfast
Copped a bag i might spent it on a Necklace
Or buy a grill and smile now make fun of these braces
I cant keep a bitch she want a ring Got bracelets
She tell me open up can’t do that Blame my last bitch
But i patrol my soul call me Tony Atlas
She brought food wit no money i left Her there I’m reckless
She said my heart cold i built that Round my left wrist
But back to the money ion have no Patience
Save it up then run it up I’m in Abundance
Hi•Tek The Label you niggas in trouble We move in silence
You follow the leader my nigga get this Guidance
I show you hustle and flow but i ain’t
Terrance
How you get money nigga and u ain’t Signed yet
When that label come it’s fuck em I’m independent
Rollin round prayin to god don’t let This gun preach
Rollin round thinkin bout gettin a tat Piece
Rollin round pulled up to chicken Shack for 10 piece
Rollin round i might hop on jet to South beach
Rollin round prayin to god don’t let This gun preach
Rollin round thinkin bout gettin a tat Piece
Rollin round pulled up to chicken Shack for 10 piece
Rollin round i might hop on jet to South beach
10 PM I’m on the gram i got a DM
It’s Kim i instantly tell her to hit up Lil Tim
Late night barbershop stop for the Midnight trim
I spent two grand on my Cleveland Browns rims
Rollin round I’m just lookin for my Next gem
Speakin of gym i needa get my lift in
Oh u ain’t gotta car then u better lyft then
I enjoyed ya head u went a 10 for 10
I might ink my brain but i ain’t gotta Pen
Rollin round thinkin bout should i Do this again
I enjoyed my ride but it all depend
I gave her 6 rings she my Michael Jordan
Rollin round prayin to god don’t let This gun preach
Rollin round thinkin bout gettin a tat Piece
Rollin round pulled up to chicken Shack for 10 piece
Rollin round i might hop on jet to South beach
Rollin round prayin to god don’t let This gun preach
Rollin round thinkin bout gettin a tat Piece
Rollin round pulled up to chicken Shack for 10 piece
Rollin round i might hop on jet to South beach
(I be rollin rollin rollin)
(Yee)
(Rollin rollin rollin)
(I be rollin rollin rollin)
(Rollin rollin rollin)
(I be rollin rollin rollin)
(Rollin rollin rollin)
(I be rollin rollin rollin)
(I be rollin rollin rollin)

Written by:
Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Raymond Murray, Rico Wade, Ruben Bailey, Thomas Burton, Thomas Callaway

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Missing Link Music

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