C~Roc - RØLLiN' WiTH ME lyrics

[Hook] Why these n***as rollin' with me ? Cause we steady rollin' up Why these n***as rollin' on me ? Cause we steady blowin' up Why these n***as rollin' with me ? Cause we steady comin' up WHY THESE ni**aS ROLLiN' ON ME ? ni**a i BE SKiii'D UP [1stVerse: Kamakaziii Kei] If you a foe (UFO) I'm aiming for that spaceship.. If you a foe (UFO) I make you feel alienated Motherf** your plug, i got d** in abundance Juggin' for the funding Got money at the function, don't trust 'em Got rhymes runnin' as i pace with the percussion Hoes be gettin' s*utted Don't love 'em, don't cuff 'em Don't even show comfort No nothin', no cuddlin', just stick it wit a rubber If you slippin', might inject a kid or sumn'.. Who im kidding? I only want the top, no kitten Can you feel that, do my own thing cause a deal wack Words are my weapons and i never could conceal that Have his wig peeled back If the steel gat shot real facts Scope HAWKeye the source, Paul Millsap Power Forward When i was Stoned, she pulled my Sword Camelot I planned a plot.. MYmyMY that panty pie Know too many b**hes from where i reside Hoes hit my phone, i rather not reply Can't f** with them s*uts Tell them b**hes bye, if them b**hes bi We make 'em pick a side When my whip ride by... (shiiittt) [Hook] [2ndVerse: Merce Milly] I be faded, daily stanky dank Be all up in my system They hate, but i be making bank My click ain't banging with them If you do what your mouth say, n***a let me see it I back up everything i say, and thats why i'm conceited n***as must be blind, holla that they can't see it I got the shots on fire now i'm back up on that street sh** Said i'm back up on the g sh** Let the weed hit, Let the beat kick Think they better than us, man them n***as must be dreaming That's lucid, and i'm losing it I got some loose ends that need tying up Let them talk the sh**, if they walking it & if them boys call me in Then im riding up It ain't nothing but a thang to a n***a like me They ain't tryna bang with a n***a like me They ask if i'm with the sh**s b**h i might be I ain't gucci, but it's gucci Tell a n***a try me Call my n***a E-StylezZz now your people tryna find me And i see 'em looking, and i know they try to- No b**h, what you such a fiend for ? Hotter than any other n***a that you ever seen though k** john, k** jane, k** jean doe Why you looking at me ? What the f** you mean, 'what i mean' hoe ? [Hook] [3rdVerse: ChadRøc] It's that golden liquid, colt 45 Chrome 45 straight to ya door Kick that pad lock off Rush n***a quick as we tellem Get on the floor and Don't move (move, move) One false move could get ya a** hurt like a dirt nap You curve that, where the worth at to serve that man So many flows, I might drown a hoe Take that b**h off life support Get a new gun, do a little dirt Then the cases get thrown out of court My supporting cast, smoke hash, blunt pa** to blunt ash Flick that twice, flip sh** real nice Get stage hype by the white b**h that I lay pipe And the Asian b**h says she love me long time Man I'm over due when I over succeed How many n***as is rolling with me Got the papers for free, rolling the tree King of the hood so I know I'm the G OG when It comes to packing bowls Indentures indenting like bending elbows Keep the best smoke You would thought I reside on the west coast Rolling Cali dro [Hook] [4thVerse: ReeCey Ree] Got the ski mask Snatch swisher sweet wrap Riding with the neck Time to get your feet wet Like Jesus Come walk with us Practice what u preach And my n***as just talkative Listen as I alter this Alter quick, when dodging hits Shouldn't want no parts of clips Leave you part less Heartless When it comes to causing carnage Stay harnessed Cause not one can tarnish The most dope artist Garnish these beats was the plan Gotta understand Tired feet put me in my position Proposition No time to listen Deaf ears, blind eyes, I'm Hellen's distant Distinct aromas my smells consistent That keesha coma But my work proficient Sufficient motherf**ers Military motherf**er Ima general Leave it on her face, Like Bare minerals Strip you bare, For the bare minimum Barely had a care Since dare first introduced Chronic And then I heard biggie smoking Chronic on his interludes Smoking supersonic Feel the atomic through my inner tubes Call it the hot box, A smokey inner view Now pursue the juice A knoose ensues the few Who betray the group Try to stray the group Call it rude to intrude the youth And not include a truth [Hook]