We rolling, we rolling, let’s see what she on
I keep on rolling ’round, she feeling on me like oh
Two more to his face and his shoulder, he gone
She say I’m in a phase right now, I did her wrong
She steady blowing me up, she keep on calling my phone
We rolling on 95, lately I been in my zone
I’m booted up thinking ’bout my brothers that’s dead and gone
We hit him from the shoulders, from the waist up, he gone
You talk fiesty
Me and you don’t never get your way with me
Please keep on rolling, you wanna see South Beach
I introduce you to the other side of me
They dropped a diss song, they partners died less than two weeks
Get on a beat, right now I’ma let my soul speak
Marcus coached me, the ins and outs, how to be a G
For to get your kill, lurk on his block all week
He got stepped on, like it’s so sad
Riding ’round bumping old Boosie, old Webbie
He gon’ die in that lil’-ass Chevy
Keep on spinning round, I’m all in your section
We rolling, we rolling, let’s see what she on
I keep on rolling ’round, she feeling on me like oh
Two more to his face and his shoulder, he gone
She say I’m in a phase right now, I did her wrong
She steady blowing me up, she keep calling my phone
I’m rolling on I-95, right now leave me lone
I’m booted up thinking ’bout my brothers that’s dead and gone
We hit him from the shoulders, from the waist up, he gone
If I can’t give my love to you
Then I’ma give my love to a fool
Lost relations, lost relationships, oh
I flood my body with ice, my heart already was cold
I flood my body with ice, ’cause my heart already was cold
My brother come up out the store
Po sleeping in the bando
It went from burglarizing to murder she wrote
Sames clothes for we straight hustle all night long
Hit that, cut right side on him, see just what he on
Bullet holes all in this nigga shit, this nigga gone
We rolling, we rolling, let’s see what she on
I keep on rolling ’round, she feeling on me like oh
Two more to his face and his shoulder, he gone
She say I’m in a phase right now, I did her wrong
She steady blowing me up, she keep calling my phone
I’m rolling on I-95, right now leave me lone
I’m booted up thinking ’bout my brothers that’s dead and gone
We hit him from the shoulders, from the waist up, he gone
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