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Vino D
Conway the Machine; Jim Jones; Dave East; El Camino
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Nigga, tell me, is you rollin' with me?
Uh, now is you rollin' with me?
Baby, tell me, is you rollin' with me?
Uh, now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me? Is you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me? Is you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's gangsters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
Uh, you know what's poppin', you get in my whip (get in, baby)
We got them 30 shot Glocks, nigga, we got sticks (uh-huh)
We let them 30 shots pop, you get your top hit (brr)
We doin' drive-bys, we listenin' to Pac shit (boom boom boom)
Huh, stay in your lane, bro, that's all we sayin' (hmm)
This pussy nigga must've thought we playin' (think it's a game, huh?)
If we can't get to him, then we gon' off his man (uh huh)
Ridin' with that Drac' but it ain't Aubrey Graham (hahaha)
Yeah, stash the yayo in a coffee can (can)
Fingertips numb from baggin' all these grams (uh huh)
Send a nigga to his wake, it only cost a band
Then I get MIA like a Dolphins fan (ha)
Steal a crumb from me, then I cut off his hand
Hope your momma got your funeral and coffin planned (talk to 'em)
Pussy, on my lap is the FN (ha)
Is you down to slide? That's the only question (yeah)
Yo, now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me? (Capo)
(Conway, what's up?)
You know them boys be movin' slippery (slippery, facts)
It's like I can't avoid the flickerin' (cheese, damn)
Even the feds be takin' flicks at me (you see 'em)
The way I be illin' shit, even I be sick of me (true)
Lawyers on deck, boy, we ain't fallin' for that trickery (call my lawyer)
Where I'm from, they only respect the tyrants (grr)
Tried to humble myself, but they only respect the violence (chill)
I'm from a reckless environment where they lackin' in murals (pray for us)
Young niggas is wildin' and they packin' in peril (four, four-five)
Jumpin' off the yacht, I scraped my back on a coral (splash)
The tags say Givenchy but the pattern was floral (pattern was floral, shit)
So every brick I will flip, I try to stack my ones for every whip I can get, shit
I never slipped and keep the grip on my hip, uh (loaded)
You ever had to piss after a six hour trip? (Listen)
Where there's no rest stops until the gas tank is empty (woo)
Pull up to your block now, the gas tank is Bentley (big Bs, nigga)
Buck it low, fuck it, Lord, Nikes on, ice on, frontin' but you love it though
Backin' out the garage but the luggage is in front of you
He was frontin' too, that wasn't a ten at all (uh uh)
It probably was a three but he mixed it with the Fentanyl (oh)
I write my pain out but, I don't use a pen at all
I'm still front, blood diamonds like it's Senegal
Now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me? Is you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me (get in, dude)
It's gangsters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me? (Conway, my nigga, uh)
You know what's crackin', you come to my trap (what's crackin'?)
You can buy Coke, dope, and pills, or you could buy crack (smach)
Oh, they think they tough? Them niggas slidin', we gon' slide back (skrrt)
Powder, we can pump it, but don't try that (never)
Jim Star, change his face, Talladega in the kitchen, shake and bake
My man got a dead arm, he'll break your face (bow)
Hand ain't got no feelin' it, trappin' out that building, wasn't chillin' in it (nah)
I'm fuckin' actress but these ratchet bitches, they still can get it (hey, mama)
Detroit with a pistol like a piston, I'm Chauncey Billups with it (uh)
I'm Rick Hamilton with that mask, niggas is trash
Ayo, Conway, fuck a appetizer, where's the entrรฉe? (Huh)
I'm in a different lane, I don't ride to the shit your car play (at all)
Butter on me, pancake, watchin' Narcos, I don't hear the shit the narcs say (no)
Glock will make it a dark day, Buffalo countin' bills, Griselda talk, that blanco
I'd rather die than let them come get me, I'm Don Pablo (Escobar)
Got hit with five though, pulled over, caught with the Roscoe (glock 9)
Coke had his nose runnin' like Roscoe, shout out to El Chapo
Free Scrappy, free Trav, free Bloody (free my niggas)
From the dirt, my sneaks muddy, hit from the street, I need money
Now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me? (Rollin')
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me (rollin')
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me, when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me?
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