Go Roll Lyrics

Yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Roll wit my niggas Get high wit my Niggas count stacks wit my niggas look

I'm too built for this shit

I'm too real for this shit

Where you from who you wit

You get killed talking shit on my side of town

West side that's the best side

I might set this whole bitch on fire call me left eye

Take a nigga spot my first year I'm Dak Prescott

All this drip make a bitch slip on this wet spot

Gamble with your life trying to ride bitch you bet not

Focused on my hustle I ain't worried bout the next guy

40 with the ladder longer than a giant slide

VVS' blind ya eyes so don't even try it

I call shots when I say it then them bullets flying

I'm at yo before they do the homicide

You know Detroit ain't Detroit unless somebody die

I got a bitch from Chicago she kinda shy

I ain't gotta die to put a tear on my momma eye

Bout to put my city on the map and I ain't gotta rhyme

Now come roll wit a Nigga

Pimp hoes wit a Nigga

Real bitches come and get dough wit a Nigga

Only real niggas spit flows wit this nigga

Is he gone make it out the hood

Man who know wit this nigga

Well imma make it off the juggs

Drop a eighy in my wood

I been broke 100 times

Wouldn't change it if I could it's all a game

This shit a lesson my nigga

As long as I got G-O-D this shit a blessing my nigga

You out here stressing my nigga

Ain't using effort my nigga

You turn that negativity into a weapon my Nigga

That's what yo mind for get yo grind on get yo shine on

Bird box imma see a million wit a blindfold bitch

Now wit my eyes closed I can tell 100's & 50's

A lot of hate up in Detroit but I fuck wit my city

And if I ever touch a Mill my bro touching it wit me

Rap fall I got no other choice but fuck wit da Whitney

Now I'm that same young nigga from the westside streets

So come and try to test yo luck to test my G

That bitch don't wanna fuck me she wanna sex my piece

Long live my brother Roc get yo rest my G

When me and kid on a track this shit like Juan & Blade

Feeling like a Don so I'm sipping Dom today

The Rollie let these bitches know I ain't got time today

Bitch it's money to be made I ain't tryna stay

In VIP iced up where the ballers at

Yo bitch hounding bout a pic and a autograph

Then put her number in my phone I gotta call her ass

Hoes be like he that nigga wit his doggin ass

You gone have to keep pushing, you know what I'm saying

And it's not gone do nothing

That's first and foremost you gotta have a hot hot product

You gotta know somebody who know somebody that know somebody

If you don't know that you through

I can't buy no bitch no purses

While my momma in the hood still hurting

God put me on earth for a purpose

You don't even know why you alive boy you worthless

Bitches buying ass & titties to look perfect

Just to fuck a nigga for a bag but he burning

Front row at the Knicks game looking thirsty

Photoshop don't mean shit when we in person

Niggas wave runners clout chasing like they surfing

Just to be somebody that you not boy you purping

Tryna break the ice but can't even scratch the surface

It ain't who go the fastest it's about who go the furthest

This a smart production ya bitch