Rollin' (Radio Edit) ft. SoundCloudOG Lyrics

Fly Melodies

Rollin' High off the pills and I'm scrollin

And I'm on my way to holdin' Know what I'm holdin

Four or five on me if a nigga act up

I'm blowin', know just how it goin

My long dreads blowin' in the cold wind

Uh, so what I'm holdin

I got a brand new whip, it ain't stolen

Uh, uh, tip top shape

Just drink all of my protein

Shape, got a bad chick, she stick

Five, six in shape, no high beat

No make up, uh, uh

Tryna get my cake up, uh, uh

A nigga just ate up, uh, uh

At the Cuban spot, uh

Know I keep a Glock

Keep a couple rocks right up in my sock

Case a nigga one cop

Now me and my lady hop up in the coupe

Goin' back to the crib, my ribs was touchin

Uh, me and my lady fussin

Uh, next thing we on the second floor bussin

Uh, gun bustin', uh

Feel a concussion, head buttin

Uh, said somethin

I had to go, I had to go

I would say my beat was beepin

But my phone steady ringin

Uh, I hop up in the Camaro

Uh, like Robert De Niro

Uh, I'm the hero with a Haro guitar

And I'm on my rockstar

I gotta go real far, but I'll be right back

I had to get off, it's hard

Got it in my sack, no high beat

I'm always rollin', just caught from high beat

I'm always rollin', just caught from high beat