Rollercoaster Lyrics

(I'm gon' pop my shit yeah, bitch I count that green)

(Stuff these fuckin' racks in my Chrome Heart Jeans)

(Heard a lil' n**** wanna swag like me)

(Wanna rock out, fuck some hoes, and get a bag like me)

Blatt

Fuck a nigga talkin bout

I'm gon' pop my shit yeah, bitch I count that green

Stuff these fuckin' racks in my Chrome Heart Jeans

Heard a lil' n**** wanna swag like me

Wanna rock out, fuck some hoes, and get a bag like me

It ain't hard

She wan' fuck with me cause she know I'm a star

Gotta get right so my family living large

Everyday I paint my visions, work of art

Never ducking smoke if anything, lil bitch we let it spark

Life's a roller coaster, keep your head up when it goes down

Mr Talk My Shit, you know that imma show out

Skate through his block like its Roll Bounce

My shooters don't identify, fuck a pronoun

My shooters don't identify (identify yeah)

They gon' pull up with that choppa, pull up with that fye (with that fye yeah)

And I can't trust these hoes, they look you in your face and lie (they what)

Bitch I stand on business, real n***** they never die

Yeah, we only multiply (yeah)

Whole lotta racks in my jeans yeah (huh)

She wanna come over, lil bitch, you know what that means yeah (know what that means yeah)

No, you can't chill over here, lil bitch, you not on the team yeah (not on the team yeah)

Monster Inc, we pop out with cutters, we makin' em' scream yeah (blatt, blatt)

I got a model hoe, she said she livin' the dream yeah (livin' the dream yeah)

NTF Sean ain't on shit, oh yeah, that's what you think huh? (What?)

N**** keep talkin that shit til his ass get turned to a mink huh (turned to a mink huh)

I could just make one move, I'll take yo hoe with a blink huh

Diamonds they hit like sink huh

I'm gon' pop my shit yeah, bitch I count that green

Stuff these fuckin' racks in my Chrome Heart Jeans

Heard a lil' n**** wanna swag like me

Wanna rock out, fuck some hoes, and get a bag like me

It ain't hard

She wan' fuck with me cause she know I'm a star

Gotta get right so my family living large

Everyday I paint my visions, work of art

Never ducking smoke if anything, lil bitch we let it spark

Life's a roller coaster, keep your head up when it goes down

Mr Talk My Shit, you know that imma show out

Skate through his block like its Roll Bounce

My shooters don't identify, fuck a pronoun

(My shooters don't identify)

(They gon' pull up with that choppa, pull up with that fye)

(And I can't trust these hoes, they look you in your face and lie)