Starlito - Rollin' (feat. Freddie Gibbs, Propain, k**a Kyleon & Devin the Dude) lyrics

Feat. Freddie Gibbs, Starlito, k**a Kyleon & Propain Flying at that p**y in a minute But b**h, I'm right back in it And I'm thuggin', f** that flavored vodka, I'm smoking something Hopped out my 'Lac in the 'and I left my motor running My ghetto valley, my n***a, he keep my stash spotless And I hid my work in my speakers, I know the task watching b**h, I'll put the town to rest, drop a hundred pounds and jet They could be pimping this pimp But yo, I'm still ducking them alphabets FBI, DEA, stay on my d.i.c.k Probably gonna die a dealer, n***a been hustling dope since '98 Banged in a gang since '95, these rapping-a** n***as ain't no riders All we worship is them dollars, dollars where I reside I'm just rolling, really good weed I'm blowing With my music holding, make a n***a feel like flowing When you stop feeling the cold wind, fifteen minutes of showbiz And I ain't tripping but my hoe is b**hes gonna keep b**hing and these hoes they gonna roll the dope Pocket full of money and I still feel broke Ciroc in my Sprite, my n***as still sell coke I pour my heart in a song, but in this letter I wrote I use discretion and codes, never say never but you never know Down, bad, blowing good, smoke an ounce a session Used to stretch, just hired an accountant to help me count my blessings Still hate it when a weak man stop me and leave me stressing I be like just give me a second like a reelection Dude smoke that presidential, my b**h f**ed, nothing to do Chop up this pimping with her, and as you guess, she gets screwed Can't keep your heart kicking like your shoelaces missing Probably Harvey Dent's mistress ,you two-faced b**hes I'm just rolling, really good weed I'm blowing With my music holding, make a n***a feel like flowing When you stop feeling the cold wind, fifteen minutes of showbiz And I ain't tripping but my hoe is b**hes gonna keep b**hing and these hoes they gonna roll the dope Dance back of that '93, double cups of that thirty weight Vogues rap my 84s, bu*ter seats on my vertebrae Candy paint on my doors, b**h, wood wheel what I hold, b**h Shotgun my new boo, but your new boo is my old b**h Day-Date on my cold wrist, that's Time's Square on my arm, hoe Yellow stones, I talk money, my teeth shine when I yawn, hoe Y'all broke n***as so boring, bro, fly n***as stay soaring, hoe Leaning good on that Purple Rain, my cup empty, I'm pouring more It's just a Texas thing, ball like them Jacksons, man Flosser, I run it, like floss or boss-up, you understand? Still in it, pitching underhand But I got the upper, I'm paper touching them f**ing bands I'm just rolling, really good weed I'm blowing With my music holding, make a n***a feel like flowing When you stop feeling the cold wind, fifteen minutes of showbiz And I ain't tripping but my hoe is b**hes gonna keep b**hing and these hoes they gonna roll the dope Come meet the alp with me, candy-coated, yeah that's loud, pretty The sh** I'm smoking got me so high I could tail Piggy Gun co*ked, my trunk knock, girl, I jump out Wetter than a jump shot, true to clique alumni Well not actually, I'm a little too young, but I'm posed to be Actually, we overheard of Big D, well, b**h, I'm the ghost of him My rap's elite, pull over, crash the beat like driving on coke and heat I'm stacking cheese, no limit like Master P, slow motion like Soulja Slim Gotta get it 'cause we itching Rapping in a language, only trill can comprehend it Violate us, guns we lifting, young n***a out here beasting Hard claw, 'bout to bring my corner back like real reefers, what's up? I'm just rolling, really good weed I'm blowing With my music holding, make a n***a feel like flowing When you stop feeling the cold wind, fifteen minutes of showbiz And I ain't tripping but my hoe is b**hes gonna keep b**hing and these hoes they gonna roll the dope