Roleycopter

I know I know, grew up kinda fast

Keep my pole on me cuz it’s fuckin’ dangerous

Young Hud turned to the man, fuckin’ bitches famous

And we got Dracos for the problems, we gon’ Usher Raymond

Let my bitch count up the hundred, damn near fuckin’ fainted

On the road now, packed up, I might move to Vegas

Fresh, don’t need no stylist, wear my flare pants with my new Bottegas

Thankin’ God everyday, I wake up and I don’t feel basic

Like “How he poppin? I thought he lost it”

Fly with the Roley, call it “Roleycopter”

My bitch fly too, I let her do the shoppin’

She ask me questions, when the newest droppin’

Bitch you lyin’, know you did, you be lyin’ on your kids

Stackin’ up for rainy days, a player pad, I need a crib

In my bag forreal, you trippin’ ‘bout it, see, that’s what it is

Rolls Royce umbrellas when it’s rainin’, fuck you mean?

Bouncin’ out the Maybach, leave it jumpin’, cause a fuckin’ scene

They sent me down the crash course, Karma gon’ bust a lap, I know that shit I’ll ask for

I’m poppin’ percs about her, get the worst up out her

But I know that won’t change a thing

Still, I hold you, I need you, my teacher

We done built a perfect picture, Mona Lisa

**** poppin’ out of nowhere damn near leachin’

Feed my habits, pourin’ codeine, fightin’ demons

We got our own problems, bring in my daughter, now you reachin’

But we got space for that, new look book, I ordered that

And bro on Xans, now he damn near zombie, damn near out his body

Creep up when it’s perfect timin’, know it do get slimy

I know I know, grew up kinda fast

Keep my pole on me cuz it’s fuckin’ dangerous

Young Hud turned to the man, fuckin’ bitches famous

And we got Dracos for the problems, we gon’ Usher Raymond

Let my bitch count up the hundred, damn near fuckin’ fainted

On the road now, packed up, I might move to Vegas

Fresh, don’t need no stylist, wear my flare pants with my new Bottegas

Thankin’ God everyday, I wake up and I don’t feel basic