Rolling Stone Lyrics

Niggas need to stop givin' these bitches all the attention

That's why niggas is dyin' now

When these hoes get horny, niggas die

Hoes get horny, niggas die

Hoes come around, niggas act brand new

I ain't trippin' bout no bitch, let my 50s pick and choose

I can't lay all in yo' pussy, how I want got shit to do

Call me lil' bob, prime time, get in the field and stick and move

Bad bitches come a dime a dozen, I want you and you

Whip the work in front the junky, treat this shit like hibachi food

Always knew I had it in, be that lil' slimy dude

Rockin' stacks with jordan 5s ion really like designer shoes

I go big, I go big on big, like I'm Chris Wallace

She say she can't drive home, she miss the lic with the molly

I can't get that shit confused, cause she got tats on her body

This ain't yo' bitch or my bitch, she don't belong to nobody

I'ma rolling stone, no one place to call my home, huh

Rollin' dumbbells in my wood, niggas smokin' strong, huh

She wanna leave me alone, but what I look like change my phone

Bad credit, man, shawty, we just don't get along, huh

She don't wanna smoke no slaps, she wanna Al Capone, huh

Used to make the ugly face, now you wanna hit my styrofoam

I'm so geeked up in this bitch, I don't wanna be in the sky alone

Niggas flag bout where you from, niggas like from five zones

Hell star distressed denim, niggas stay gettin' trendy

Like my blick down on his luck, this shit always with me

She's some fine lil shit, I see ha ima fall off in it

Lil' bob get everybody involved, he ain't had da ball in a minute