Slow roll (F8 freestyle) ft. Artisy Lyrics

Savior of the hiphop

On timing like wrist watch

Life in the fast lane I don't need no pit stop

Im a boss Rick Ross

I just woke up miss calls

Mister get your bitch hot

With yo hoe and you know that she in shape tip top

And know a nigga saucing drip drop

Matter fact a nigga flexing shit shit hot

Actually spectacular

Actually it's both matter fact do this shit better then most

Brag and boast

Everyday celebration it's a toast

Mistletoe she gone kiss suck and blow

Curl my toes

Blowing O's

With my bros

We the greatest and I quote

Magic everytime i spoke

On god

We the chosen ones

We the chosen ones

Feel this shit up in my heart up in my lungs

Know this is my destiny so I anit finna run

No I anit finna run

No I anit finna run

She drink more then a gold fish

I smoke more then an old bitch

Go together like truck

Shoot my shot hope I don't miss

Hope I don't miss

Hope I don't miss

I don't I don't I don't miss