D.K.A.D. - Rollin' lyrics

(This is genius...) [Intro: Deniro Farrar] All eyes on me, n***a, sh**, I'm feelin' like pot... They can't even picture me rollin' though, ha... [Hook: Deniro Farrar] (Can you) Picture me rollin'? Ridin' and I'm smokin' (In the) S550 and that b**h prolly stole it, nah nah You know I'm rollin', .45-totin' All this cash that I'm foldin' n***as hate to see me rollin' [Hook] [Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] Can you picture me rollin'? Ridin' and I'm smokin' Pistol on my lap, bust a n***a head open I'm precise with the aim, you don't wanna provoke me All this kush in my lungs is the reason that I'm chokin' In this work I be servin', this n***as is so potent Heard the jackboys lurkin', try to rob me I'm-a murk 'em With the .40 I'm a surgeon, licking shots and then I'm swervin' Throwin' work to all my n***as, they catch it like Michael Irvin And them k**ers gon' blitz; n***a, I ain't never worried I'm thuggin' it 'til I'm buried, that extendo hold 30 Told mama that I got her, she ain't gotta worry Smoke foggin' up my whip, now my vision gettin' blurry I'm just trying to make it home, cause the police out here lurkin' Ask me how I bought my whip, b**h you know that I ain't workin' You can't even search my sh**, you ain't even got a warrant No p**y motherf**er just don't wanna see me swervin', nah nah... [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Deniro Farrar] If you my n***a, I really mean my n***a Vow to stay the same even if we gettin' bigger The money comin' in like we got a money printer And we runnin' through them checks like a motherf**in' sprinter I don't f** with p**y n***as, stay away from pretenders Cause n***as be in yo business, wearin' wires with antennas It won't hold up in court, like pants with no suspenders Money don't grow on trees -- then why the f** I got these splinters? And I'm ridin' by my lonely, tryin' to remember -- The days, when my heart wasn't cold like December Stolen car; stolen rims, it don't even match the vendor Whippin' dope up with the drill, fans sittin' by the window And the family f** you over, guess blood gettin' thinner In a world full of losers n***as hate when you a winner So I'm ridin' and I'm smokin', pistol in my lap Just left my stash house; now I'm ridin' to the trap, nah nah... [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Shady Blaze] Shady Blaze, bruh, and you know that I'm a schizo I'm ridin' and I'm smokin', you already know how the sh** go If you n***as wanna beef, we can make that sh** official It'll be a two-on-one, you versus me with a pistol Yes n***a I am loaded, so don't do nothin' stupid Piss me off, you get the heat; who's the next to make me do it? Wise up in these streets, I ain't hangin' with nothin' stupid I ride around with my family, b**h n***as are not included Deniro, he got the .40, so don't make my n***a use it Destination is the money, no way we ain't gettin' to it I'm-a be this way forever and what you hear is exclusive Ya bitin' my style; f** around, n***a, and get a tooth chipped It's real life, king sh**, I'm a f**in' Raider If they call this sh** the rap game then I'm the top player n***as start off with they mamas, now they snitchin' to they neighbors Then they talkin' to the pigs, next up's gon' be them mayors Ain't nothin' more worse than a motherf**in' snitch k** him and then take his b**h Tie her up and don't take her list (?) Dress the ho up in the rain (?) Then drop her off with the Crips I'm a shady n***a; it's Greenova, how you picture me now? [Hook x2] [Outro: Shady Blaze] Picture me, picture a n***a rollin'... (x3) n***a rollin', Greenova...