Lyrics

(The Heroz) Hmm, hmm (Shoutout to KP) Hmm, I get high when I'm rollin' Now I'm rollin' And now I'm rollin' Look me in my eyes, it's homicide, right now, I'm rollin' (now I'm rollin') Big ass Glock .9 right on my side, but this bitch stolen They ain't come outside, them niggas scared Them hidin' days over (hidin' days over) Got a nasty bitch who give me head, gon' slide to play motion Bitch, they talk shit, oh, we opposite Can't wait to collide with you Ain't no runnin', up the dumb thing, drop 35 on you (rrah, rrah, rrah) She gon' shoot, tell her, "Shoot" Jump on 'em, guap that attitude I'm a real boxer, get you knocked out, but ain't even gotta shoot I got young niggas, I'm just goin' dumb just for strike Don't be dumb, nigga Better keep your gun through the night Ain't no fun, nigga You can fuck around and lose your life Fuck how you come, nigga We step on you if you ain't movin' right Stop actin' like you really want this Static bitch, she average You know we caught you lackin' up in traffic, man, you crashed the whip Yo' cousin lost his legs, think with yo' head, he ain't gonna last for real Brother handicapped, but he gon' really lose his bag for real Just seen a quarter mil' in a month, it all been vacuum sealed We gon' pay yo' rent if you let us come in and trap you out Hit the club, ain't tryna have no front, I get the bag from now I can't go inside without my gun, I need my strap out Slidin' in the coupe, I got my top down Heard the nigga wanted smoke, we in the opps town Don't give a fuck since, it's up, he gettin' shot down We gon' hop out eatin' with the sticks, beatin' the block down But if you Look me in my eyes, it's homicide, right now, I'm rollin' (now I'm rollin') Big ass Glock .9 right on my side, but this bitch stolen They ain't come outside, them niggas scared Them hidin' days over (hidin' days over) Got a nasty bitch who give me head, gon' slide to play motion Bitch, they talk shit, oh, we opposite Can't wait to collide with you Ain't no runnin', up the dumb thing, drop 35 on you (rrah, rrah, rrah) She gon' shoot, tell her, "Shoot" Jump on 'em, guap that attitude I'm a real boxer, get you knocked out, but ain't even gotta shoot
Writer(s): Otis Hinton, Karionne Payton, Javorius Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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