Roll Up Lyrics

Come in

Hold up

Get the drank

Pour up

Bad bitch

with no butt

Strong knees

A choker

Got the half

I told you

Hit the store

For more blunts

At the crib

It's a house party

Got good weed

We roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

At the crib

It's a house party

Got good weed

We roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

At the crib

It's a house party

Got good weed

We roll up

Roll up

Hold up

It's time

You know what

I got the game my shoulders

Spit flame after flame boy

See this ain't no game boy

Damn. I thought I had told ya

No rims on the table use coasters

Blowing steam imma teapot

Oh yeah I will roast ya.

Smoking big blunts

I can't feel my face

This flavor of swisher

Leaves a weird taste

Invite bitch over just to give me face

Then flip her right over

And grip on waist

Bow bow

Yes I'm beating her back in

You think that it's tennis

The way that I stroke her

Hit her made her backspin

She's not that fine she's the Fat friend

But hey i'm super cool with that

I like what I like and she's not my wife

I have no plans of cuffing that

Now back to matter at hand

She gave 50 for 2 grams

I was like damn

Baby you can smoke for free

Cuz you know I'm the man.

My blunt full of grams

Yeah three to be exact

Don't want the blunt unless it's fat

Pass me the yak

Imma fill up my cup

The. Imma throw that bitch back

6 cups laters

Now I'm leaning like the piza tower

Smoking on diesel that's sour

Powerful flower

I got enough green for week but

Imma smoke it all in an hour

Come in

Hold up

Get drank

Pour up

Bitch bitch

with no butt

Strong knees

A choke up

Got a half

I told you

Hit the store

For more blunts

At the crib

It's a house party

Got good weed

We roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

At the crib

It's a house party

Got good weed

We roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

Roll up

At the crib

It's a house party

Got good weed

We roll up

I'm drunk as a skunk

Can't even keep my balance

So I can't roll the blunts

So I pass it to homie

And he gets it going

6 minutes have elapsed

And now we are toking

The party is jumping

There's hella commotion

So smoky in here

You thought it was a sauna

The hoochies get turnt

and start throwin vagina

It knew it would happen

Just matter of timing

Timing

Timing

My high jus keep climbing

Climbing

Pass me the grinder

Grinder.

Grind it

Why is there Ice in the counter

Counter

That is not coke it is flour

Flour

She sipping Amaretto sour

Watch out for the drip it might drown ya

Drown ya

In Mario kart I use Bowser

Bowser

Use Google chrome for the browser

She looked me in my eyes

Took me to the room

And proceeded to rip off my trousers

Trousers

Then we went at it for hours

Hours

She told me liked how I plowed her

Power

But enough of that

I already told ya

I've got that good drank

And I'm not talking Folgers

Pass me the weed and the remote controller

I guess we gone roll up

I guess we gone roll up