Rolling Stone Lyrics

Kush up in my blunt it got a nigga zoning

No magazine I got the stones

I'm in the two seat rolling

Kush up in my blunt it got a nigga zoning

No magazine I got the stones

I'm in the two seat rolling

I told your bitch I wanna fuck

Thank God for you I'm trolling

She tried to reach and grab my hand

She say you too controlling

I keep it real until this day

Can never catch me folding

The money gotta' keep it coming

Me' My niggas stackin'

I hit that nigga from a far

They thinking what just happened

I'm on the chase about the money

Never catch me slacking

Overseas up in this shit

Where bitches call me Captain

Say she wanna hit my show

She know the music slappin'

Foreign bitches and they on us

We don't do the mackin'

Dropped the top a couple bands

Then flew up out In traffic

Kushikito smoking killa'

Niggas know what's hannen'

All black coupe I pull off quick

They thought It was Batman

I can't fuck with none these bitches

Cause they all be cappin'

Two katanas lay that nigga flat

Just like a napkin

Kush up in my blunt it got a nigga zoning

No magazine I got the stones

I'm in the two seat rolling

I told your bitch I wanna fuck

Thank God for you I'm trolling

She tried to reach and grab my hand

She say you too controlling

I keep it real until this day

Can never catch me folding

The money gotta' keep it coming

Me' My niggas stackin'

I hit that nigga from a far

They thinking what just happened

I'm on the chase about the money

Never catch me slacking