R1ZO - Rollin' (feat. Smash Gordon)

Picture me Rolling
Up til the morning
I'm bout to go in
No I ain't folding
I make it drip
I make it flip
I keep it going
I got the chips
Hop out the whip
You know that its foreign
There ain't nothing you can say to me
You too close imma need 6 feet
It's turning up you would pay to see
We smoking green y'all know what I mean
These youngins gon' cap for real
Claiming that they got these deals
But they ain't really got no deal
They ain't really got no meals
Call of duty, they ain't got no kills
Cold hearted we ain't got no feels
Man we ain't really got no chill
Kick the door in we ain't going til we got them mills
Keep it smoking, weed is potent culture keep it trill
With the homies, Kuko told me hit the stash and peel
When I was younger Tony told me, world is yours to steal
Picture me Rolling
Up til the morning
I'm bout to go in
No I ain't folding
I make it drip
I make it flip
I keep it going
I got the chips
Hop out the whip
You know that its foreign
There ain't nothing you can say to me
You too close imma need 6 feet
It's turning up you would pay to see
We smoking green y'all know what I mean yeah
Ain't enough just took half a bean, yeah
Now I'm turnt can't look at my screen, yeah
Know it's real, got me grinding teeth, yeah
Keep it going, mind is open
Picture me Rolling
Up til the morning
I'm bout to go in
No I ain't folding
I make it drip
I make it flip
I keep it going
I got the chips
Hop out the whip
Up in the mix
I got the fix
I got the dro
I got the tips
Got it for low up in this bitch
Ain't with the code then fuck who you with
Haters gon fold, fuckin with R1Z
Look out for 'trol
Put down the sticks
Ready to go
We with the shits
Reppin the O
We got the hits
They ain't really dope like this
They don't really flow like this
Low key bout to run this bitch
F C don't forget the M G
Name another crew like this
With the homies Kuko told hit the stash and peel
When I was younger Tony told world is yours to steal
Picture me Rolling
Up til the morning
I'm bout to go in
No I ain't folding
I make it drip
I make it flip
I keep it going
I got the chips
Hop out the whip
You know that its foreign
There ain't nothing you can say to me
You too close imma need 6 feet
It's turning up you would pay to see
We smoking green y'all know what I mean yeah

Written by:
Christopher Rizo

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