As my roller spin, corners are bent, sit, trim, pill, pin, pill, pin, all the same.
As my roller spin, corners are bent, sit, trim, pill, pin, pill, pin, all the same.
As my roller spin, corners are bent, sit, trim, pill, pin, pill, pin, all the same.
Going down for the 2G, Southside, Pentagon, and the Doverville.
Feel that, uh, uh, talking about, uh, as my roller spin, corners are bent, all the same.
Talking down, but the South and the West, and I run, I be gone, nigga, we the ones, oh, all that I see.
Moving units by the top, as my roller spin, corners are bent, all they talking down, but the South and the West, and I run, I be gone, nigga, we the ones, oh, all that I see.
Moving units by the top, as my roller spin, and I look through Gucci lens, love, family, *, friends, you ain't it, you ain't it, as I been.
And a two-door coupe.
And it's 2G, 600, top down, letting the wind feel me.
It's a good day, for sipping, got a sprint, and hit Tito, we pop the seal on the bizzo, and tell me, come on, get though.
I know, it gets you trippin' low, it's like time, it's like some fine wine, authentic, and then you wind, sliding, sliding up and down the highway.
For better days, turning capes, still a couple days, so we can ball, nigga, late, and late, late.
I'm on the coast, Costa Rica, we'll send you beats, and everybody, everybody, my clique, getting a slide, piece of, piece of walls.
And some more, some more, neighborhood, no pushers, bricks, bricks, and bushes, and on blades, we butcher, butcher.
Ain't never, ain't never understood an entourage like this, huh?
I don't see, got it, kid, wonder, but you're gonna fish your way, nigga.
As my roller spin, corners, I've been, boy, I've been talkin' down, but it's off in the wind.
Got it, got it, what's up, baby?
Yeah, this one here for my nigga, Todd, R.I.P., baby.
R.I.P., baby.
R.I.P., baby.
Miss your boy, one of our father's soldiers out here.
Nigga, they're all real-ass niggas, man.
You lost too many real niggas to smoke punk-ass *, man.
There's money over everything, man, just so y'all know.
Don't stop, nigga.
Show it.
Show it.
All in the scene, moving units by the tongue.
I throw my roller in the ass, I release my top.
Both wrists, I stop, so your bitch can bop.
Off of me in that plot, hooves, licks, don't stop.
I can break up, break down, if this rap * flop.
Bleed the block, to release my stress.
Nevertheless, I wear a vest to protect my chest.
Cause you know I'd be four in a city, G.
Take it from the damn general of M.O.E.
In these streets, nigga.
It's hard as hell.
Four in prison cells, tryna keep me some mail.
I don't bail.
The kitchen stare, they work in my wrist.
Livin' love life for extras, we're flippin' them bricks.
In the game, the game, baby, the dawn of this *.
Thugs, thugs, we'll click, and we mashups.
Talk, talk, dime, but they can't * with this.
Now who put the finer touches on these slow-ass hits?
My role is spin, corners I've been.
On me, talkin' dime, but the sign's in the wind.
And I go right and far, nigga, we the ones.
My role in the city, I with you is, by the orb.
My role is spin, corners I've been.
On me, talkin' dime, but the sign's in the wind.
And I go right and far, nigga, we the ones.
Goin' to the sea, I stiff, we who items.
My, my, my role is spin, corners I've been.
On me, talkin' dime, but the sign's in the wind.
And I go right and far, nigga, we the ones.
Goin' to the city, I'm cold, we who, is mine.
Rollin' units by the door
Rollin' speed back, it's windin' sight blind
Light up your life, like Vegas in nighttime
My recite rhymes, knowin' that there's none other like mine
Jump up on stages, and rip the mic down in my lifetime
I ain't too much see my father
But they gave me the sixth sense to hustle harder
Load up, wait, and slug the bottle
Got three chicks with bricks ridin' the job
I'm at home feelin' a platinum artist recorder
Things are goin' as planned, just how they oughta
I'm at home feelin' a platinum artist recorder
Things are goin' as planned, just how they oughta
At home feelin' a platinum artist recorder
Things are goin' as planned, just how they oughta
I'm bout to rush a hundred daughter, all my records sell pre-order
Slams back to back, just like a Vince car
I'm not a coke snorter, but I blow dro a lot
Man and Sim Cody by the four a lot
Whatever coke snorter, but I blow dro a lot
Man and Sim Cody by the four a lot
Whatever coke snorter, but I blow dro a lot
Man and Sim Cody by the four a lot
Whatever Chris Ward and M.O.E. flow about
We hit like bonze, baby, to blow the spot
It's my road, it's big, corners I been
Buffy, Buffy talking down, but the soft in the wind
Gun, gun, body forms, nigga we the ones
Moving, moving the scene, moving units on, on
It's my road, it's big, corners I been
Buffy talking down, but the soft in the wind
Gun, gun, body forms, nigga we the ones
Moving units by the turn
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.