I'm rolling up
I drop my blunt
Look at my bitch like what the fuck
Soon as that boy drop below we slidin' pick em up
I found my lil' pot of gold I don't think it was luck
I pop out with (?) but I don't give a fuck
Me I like to rock n' roll
I pop a pill and pop a poe
My bitch look so tropical she eating me like sloppy joe
I don't care I'm riding low but I'm still with my riders tho
She can ride on top me in the lobby and she ride me slow
My bitch told a place for two that glizzy I'll paste it too
You can use my lyrics as a caption for your picture booth
I know they be snatching and they rapping (?)
Feel like mr. Gadget with his ratchet I ain't missing you
She gon' call my phone like yeah boy i'm missing you
You two lose you should've tied it up you difficult
Check the stats we running circles go right now I tell the truth
I'll deal with the looses but I pop out with a mil or two
Look at you what's killing you
You mad I ain't feeling you
Like look what you've made me do
I laced up my tennis shoes
I been with the people crew but no bitch I can't get with you
You gon' start some shit I feel this shit and that's the end of you
(Oaaaoaaoaaa)
