Beatking - Roll Hard lyrics

[Hook] (x2) On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud On the, on the boulevard know we ain't fraud [?] and you know I roll hard [Verse 1: Paul Wall] True to the game hand full of grain Go get them out french stacking my chain Trunk full of bang white cup game Paul Wall, baby I'm the motherf**ing mane Trunk wave in the air I'm so player Here go the po pos I don't even care Threee times in a row slab of the year Fifth wheel bow down time for a prayer I'm slab god in the flesh I'm blessed Cadillac on the crest nothing less Blue ribbon on the bowtie so fresh Your b**h on my nuts and you dissed I'm a bopper heartbreaker Elbows on my ankle IPhone air poppin trunk like a pranker Swing head like a homie , not a ranker Off the head run up on you, you gon' meet your maker [Hook] [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Purple sprite for my n***as I don't sip, I sniff my n***as I don't dance, I tip my n***a Rolling hard solo my n***a Mask on my face you know it Eyes low my I'm high as showing First cla** I'm bout to going Pa** me that bottle I'm scoring Light dro, f** a ho These hoes ain't loyal you ain't know I on my job like mom and them Smoked out blowed out with my friends Got this game on lock Gun is co*ked For your drama man You wanna take my spot but you not Things I will remain [Hook] [Verse 3: BeatKing] Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot they all on me Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot I toss a thot In my partner house get the blunt to the head Then I toss her out then I floss the drop Trunk pop, gun co*k Breaking the nig' tryna jump out Still tippin' wood wheel grippin' Getting head like Bill Clinton Number bad ho's in my slab If you ain't f**in, we can chill with you Being rich five years and I'm still gettin' She don't like but you gotta deal with them Club God, H-Town, trill n***a Polo f** the Hilfiger