Way You Should Lyrics

When I roll up, I ain't gotta say too much I'm good, good

So when I roll up, y'all better act the way you fuckin' should, should

Cause my haters droppin' pennies, so I fear that they'll drop a dime

So envious and jealous, if I got a nickel for every dime

They tried to murder my grind, then I'd be rich, rich

Hate seein' my hustle, they hate seein' my grind

They sick of takin' second place, so behind my back they wish I'd die

When I roll up, I ain't gotta say too much I'm good, good

So when I roll up, y'all better act the way you fuckin' should, should

Cause my haters droppin' panties, so I fear that they'll drop a dime

So envious and jealous, if I got a nickel for every dime

They tried to murder my grind, then I'd be rich, rich

Hate seein' my hustle, they hate seein' my grind

They sick of takin' second place, so behind my back they wish I'd die

I don't think you really know what this shit take, boy

Shut up, go fix your face, boy

I'm savin' my guala, stackin' my chips, stashin' my pennies

Just fuckin' these hoes, you the one spendin' money on

I'm fuckin' them, you payin' they phone, you sayin' they wrong

But you the one that payin' they phone, you a sucker

Take that shit back home, I grind like I'm broke

Find me some hope, I rhyme cause I'm dope

She could be a dimer if she wasn't a hoe, if she wasn't a hoe

And I found her, make these clown-ass rappers

Pump their brakes hard enough to turn their headlights backwards

Bars compared to the heat of a rifle

Written in stone and verse like Jesus' disciples

Given from bones and flesh and the blood of my blood

For snitches and clothes who wish to bleed the blood of a thug

You would think it was Diet Coffee when I bloody him up

Cause it's hard to tell the difference between money and love

When I roll up, I ain't gotta say too much, I'm good, good

So when I roll up, y'all better act the way you fuckin' should, should

Cause my haters droppin' pennies, so I fear that they'll drop a dime

So envious and jealous, if I got a nigga for every time

They tried to murder my grind, then I'd be rich, rich

Yeah, I'd be rich as a pimp

Hate seein' my hustle, they hate seein' my grind

They sick of takin' second place, so behind my back they wish I died

When I roll up