Pyro Methane - Pretty Girl$ (Roll With A G) lyrics

[Verse 1: Pyro Methane] Flew in over night on the red eye, double edge life Too live with the crew Scared n***as food, hit'em with the voodoo Young Zulu, put the paws on'em like scrappy do We can f** baby girl if that p**y tight Eat a b**h like MC Lyte on a good night Corked bottles of the fine sh** I never say right Fettuccine on the plate, baby with the white wine Li-Live life comfortable, I get the best of views Give a n***a some shine like Diddy, Loon You know Mase and an 'Em? Its no biggie, biggie, biggie, I be lacing them I pop the fun you run, you gone co*k the gun? Who these n***as think the fooling when the Uzi's done I be ruling them. I pop the sk**y kinda illy Like gullie, in philly, flow wetter than a wet willie P-P-pop the Glock till I jam the lock Word on my lil' n***as standing on the block Say your lines is dope, man my sh**s be chalked-outlined Murder murder blow up the spot Young ODB word on the WU Real n***a over here what breed is you? Man these chickens over here seem to caught the flu You n***as too food I'm Cordon bleu Chugging' on brews what are you in too Finger running through her hair like shampoo Pop it for my old heads repping damu And my real n***as modern day too live crew Can you get it wetter than shamu See your dude hating over there I cook a mean beef stew What you tryna take it too? [Hook] Pretty girls wanna roll with a G On the tour bus, in the shows VIP Mi-might mosh-pit, front row no seat Everyday tryna get high, tryna live it up Pretty girls wanna roll with a G On the tour bus, in the shows VIP Mi-might mosh-pit, front row no seat Everyday tryna get high, tryna live it up North-side, South-side lets ride East-side, West-side hands high North-side, South-side lets ride East-side, West-side hands high [Verse 2: AyoitsCraig of Ka$hklub] Make no mistake about it, I'm down as f** and im bout it Head high in the motherf**ing clouds, say Pyro? How bout I teach em how to dance with a psycho Blind bat wit a blindfold, black lines on a white road Black ho with a white robe, acid when it drips I'mma pit when I grab hold I told ya'll , I'mma threat when it comes to the pen Lowlife til I die but I still try ta win Get a crown for the fit,loud for the ten So I can smoke dope wit the pope in his crib Need to focus your lens, so much hope when he spits Hoping I hit with this vocalist sh** Bro gotta hit mixing Craig in the mix Hope I get a break more bread with my grit! IT'S! Ayo that local, written sh** b**h I go so loco Who don't know? Its ka$hKlub no hopefuls I'm filthy, no soap ho I, O.D., on rhyme schemes Ingesting that rap crack! Take all that by all means! [Outro: Pyro Methane] Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll With a G R-Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll with a G Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll With a G R-Roll with a G, R-R-R-Roll with a G