Rollin’
Mobb : "Ay yo Whuddup T-Don ? You got it ?
Let’s roll !!! Yeah Yeah.. Ay … yeah !”
[Hook] T-Don :
We be in stolen whips
Ain’t makin’ no trouble on purpose
I’m trynna get rich
And hang around loaded blicks
I’ll be with shooters they tweakin’ off pills Finger itch itch
Need me a foreign b*tch
But I’m cuttin’ her off if she aint bringin’back no money
Oh sh*t ! Ill be more than rich
When I make sum money bro my only goal is to flip sh*t
Boy if I blow they ‘gon swear on they mother and daughter and brother they chillin’ around me
One day I’m takin’ this game to a level if u try to reach imma teach u gon foul me
Yea I admit im takin’ these pills I be loosin’ my mind
I got demons around me
They told me “Chipeur arrête de chiper"
But I can’t help it lil b*tch I’m a goblin
[Verse 1] T-Don :
Bro he on go fo sho
I think I’m a star I got opps that I dont even know
Sikko my bro fo sho
We smokin’ these woods but how many I don’t even know
U cannot save her she lost in the streets
They gon flip on they brothers for money and hoes
But if I save her, I’m sending her back to the streets aint no way I'll be wifin’ a hoe
My kuzz from the burgz
S/O to my goons in the west
If u play they'll be kickin’ your door
They itchin’ for murda
Same sh*t I did to this beat
But im spittin’ I dont need a pole
If u ain’t clappin’ then why is u crackin’
U sound like a fan b*tch
We throwin’ ‘em 4's
She say she a dancer
And she finna dance on this dick if I tell her
She dont need a pole
[Verse 2] Mobb :
4 - 4 - 4 - 4…
Ay !
I’m blessed like i just hit the jackpot
We're the ones takin’ them tuff shots
If they shootin’ at me imma bust back
I’m a real G i can’t hush that
My chain for your brain ,we can swap that
All i have is my word and my nutsack
Sit on the table, no judas
I am no snake im no judas
I turn the water to wine like im Jesus
I’m in the streets, i got stripes like addidas
I cannot sleep cause I’m talkin’ to demons
I keep a blicky don’t give me a reason
Ay !
B*tch I’m on fire these n*ggaz be steamin’
I’m doin’ my thing n*gga f*ck your opinion
I’m on my grind chasin’ a million
I’m workin’ that magic like Dumbledore
They tried to block with double doors
You a rookie imma sophomore
Once the seein’ that work they ‘gon call for more
Packin’ a mack in the back of the ‘lac
Big Pun when I’m at your door
Red & green beam on a n*gga
One move pop his watermelon
I don’t even talk to these niggaz
Kuz i know these n*ggaz be tellin’
It’s hard to get it right when you always hangin’ with the felons
Born and raised in the trenches (RDP)
All my life i been a felon
[Hook] T-Don :
We be in stolen whips
Ain’t makin’ no trouble on purpose
I’m trynna get rich
And hang around loaded blicks
I’ll be with shooters they tweakin’ off pills Finger itch itch
Need me a foreign b*tch
But I’m cuttin’ her off if she aint bringin’back no money
Oh sh*t ! Ill be more than rich
When I make sum money bro my only goal is to flip sh*t
Boy if I blow they ‘gon swear on they mother and daughter and brother they chillin’ around me
One day I’m takin’ this game to a level if u try to reach imma teach u gon foul me
Yea I admit im takin’ these pills I be loosin’ my mind
I got demons around me
They told me “Chipeur arrête de chiper"
But I can’t help it lil b*tch I’m a goblin
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