Roll Another 1 ft. Woord2yaya Lyrics

I get the booming on a nigga I ain't just talking shit

Extended mags extended clips, man we full Equipped

And my diamonds too hard man don't over slip

That chopped as bitch man she on my tip

I get the raining in this bitch we don't waste time

Got the dogs in this bitch we commit crimes

I'm to quiet with the bread I can not face time

Shordy screaming my name all up in face time

The way spitting script is like mj in his damn prime

Stop calling for your bitch back she all mine

Leave a nigga dead he ended up on fox 5

That burnt ass song delete that hard drive

That bitch didn't have shit before I arrived

I get the preaching in this bitch I ain't never lied

Hold on

Stick his ass up like some damn glue

If a nigga try me you gotta be a damn fool

I reach for my money gotta use a step stool

Never leaving the crib without my damn tool

Oh he talking shit oh yeah lets dance too

Spin that nigga block now he got a dance crew

Choppa make a nigga sick he got the damn flu

Give some bitches money they acting brand new

New bitch think she staying I gotta stamp you

Once you get the bag don't fumble I gotta dub you

Bread coming in now pussy coming quicker

Bad little bitch seen her last week she getting thicker

Don't ask about the gang we some cold hearted niggas

Michael wit the glove step outside we making thrillers

Make a move against the gang you be floating down a river

Assassins wit no sound I could be a sneaky ass killer

Ouuu

We ain't catching cases no way we moving federal

Packed out shows all the bitches on my schedule

Popping wit the gang they saying my name I'm a pedestal

Bullets ripped tho tissues now he looking like a vegetable

Take that nigga head turn that nigga to a decimal,

Dick all in ha tummy she said this shit incredible

No snakes in the grass none of my niggas federal

Take another till the face ain no time for no edibles

Uh

Sticked up wit a pole

Put a choppa to his face made nigga run home

Ain't no tag for that nigga, when I hit him with this chrome

Ain't no time for the conflict, told that bitch get off my phone

Got the hustle from me, street smart, they my new clones

Make them storm like some troopers, line them up they in my zone

Throwing bullets he gone catch 'em, Patrick mahomes

Lead that gang to the bread, setting a tone

This new Benz, pushin 80 wit twins

Fuck a stop light

Get no chances when it come to my trust

Fuck it I might Spin a nigga block, leave him guessing like blues clues,

Don't be stepping on some hot shit to me, is u a fool

Don't get caught up when it come to streets, it's play it cool

Keep a hammer deep in da V this a tool

Blast on that nigga, gang crying, hanging shoes

Stick it to the end, always clutch I never loose

Bullets hit 'em sprint 4 flat, made em flat line

Fuck wit Dakwood you get hit in your damn spine