Dusty Locane - ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro] Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow Yeah, y'all know the vibes It's that six times ten sh*t ni**as don't need no favors, them ends don't need no friends (CP did it baby) Get me? Look Hm, huh, look Listen [Verse] I walk in the spot, thirty on me and some chops All my ni**as really rock, roll, control Shout my 'Layos, you know how my ni**as move But I ain't movin', I'm rollin' and I'm shootin' I said, "Baby, it's crazy," hahahahaha I be really with them killin' ni**as and them drillin' ni**as and we back In the Floss, get you offed I don't do this too much, I just talk that talk Gimme talk back too, what's the word? What y'all wanna do? Empty out the clip, I'm with the Crips, neighborhood sh*t All of my ni**as, they on sh*t, I ain't gotta be on, b*tch Hol' on, I be so gone Call up that boy YJ grippin' on the tool He gon' break the rules, boy, you a fool, you a fool I said, "Mad Max, he a demon, he let llamas fly" Soso, onе call, that boy built for homicide I am war ready, stay steady, don't gotta say too much I was in thе pen' wit' a couple killer ni**as and I stay tooled up I could get you shot, get you packed up, huh, that's on the sеt I ain't gotta say too much, and I just let that b*tch, let that b*tch off Stupid ni**a, what you talking for? I am really in these streets, and I won't say no more Hol' on, shake it, huh, just, I said just shake it All this money that I'm makin', bad b*tches and they cakin' Ass fat, huh, heard that bad b*tch was Jamaican Put her in her place, put it in her face, hol' on She was so wet, haha, grabbed on the TEC Now I gotta lift a ni**a up, leave his brother upset Heard that lil' ni**a tellin', huh, I'm a felon But I ain't even gonna act like I'm playin' wit' a ni**a, I'ma get 'em Grr, I'm nasty, bad b*tches and they classy, they ain't trashy Ask me anything you really want I'ma let em up, I'ma go dumb, huh I do this sh*t for fun Tell them ni**as check in with me 'cause I keep a gun Huh? You can not play, .38, let it spray That nine milli', thirty clip, let 'em This is all I gotta say, I do it all for the gang Me and you is not the same, stay in your place Boy, you a lame, I'll carry the tool And I'm still on the Fifth wit' an eighth [Outro] Woo, woo, woo Grrt, pow-pow-pow-pow