Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Purp
Rap
Thelonious Martin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Davis
Songwriter
Malcolm Martin
Songwriter
Eliot Dubock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thelonious Martin
Producer
Beat Butcha
Producer
DEXLVL
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, uh, mm
[Chorus]
Roll up the smoke when I want it (The smoke)
Got the dope from the folks in the 100s (Folks in the 100s)
I put double G's all on my luggage (Double G's only)
Get the dough 'fore I buy a new luggage (Buy a new luggage)
I can't trip, I get lit when I wanna (Lit when I wanna)
Take a trip, I done dip when I wanna (Trip, I done dip)
They gon' pull up with sticks if it's trouble (Pull up with sticks)
I'ma count up a hundred and double back (Yeah)
My lil' **** just hit for a hundred pack (For a hundred)
R.I.P. all my ****, can't bring you back
Tell 'em free all my **** that's in the jail
'Til I see you in Heaven, I'll give 'em hell
Said you was real, but I couldn't tell
Said I would stop, but I'm poppin' seals
Smokin' gelato, I like the smell, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm smokin' gelato, I like the smell
Said I would stop, but I'm poppin' seals
You said you a real one, I couldn't tell
**** wasn't with me, I had clientele
Rock the Polo mixed up with the YSL
Want the Rollie two-tone with the coupe to match it
Got a nine on exotics, but shawty taxin'
Tryna stack enough dollars to break the bracket
Tryna back up and polish in front the mansion
I got dope in my dollars, fill up the mattress
My lil' shawty a model, she one the baddest
When we pull up to parties, she probably panic
Yeah, when we pull up to parties, she probably panic
Got a fetish for dollars, I gotta have it
Got a habit for guala, I gotta get it
Yeah, got a habit for guala, I gotta get it
I put that on my mama, I'll never settle
When they crossed me, I bossed up another level
[Chorus]
Roll up the smoke when I want it (The smoke)
Got the dope from the folks in the 100s (Folks in the 100s)
I put double G's all on my luggage (Double G's only)
Get the dough 'fore I buy a new luggage (Buy a new luggage)
I can't trip, I get lit when I wanna (Lit when I wanna)
Take a trip, I done dip when I wanna (Trip, I done dip)
They gon' pull up with sticks if it's trouble (Pull up with sticks)
I'ma count up a hundred and double back (Yeah)
My lil' **** just hit for a hundred pack (For a hundred)
R.I.P. all my ****, can't bring you back
Tell 'em free all my **** that's in the jail
'Til I see you in Heaven, I'll give 'em hell
Said you was real, but I couldn't tell
Said I would stop, but I'm poppin' seals
Smokin' gelato, I like the smell, uh, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm smokin' gelato, I like the smell
Said I would stop, but I'm poppin' seals
Said you was real, but I couldn't tell
**** wishin' me gone and I wish 'em well
Rock the Polo mixed up with the YSL
Want the Phono two-tone with the Rollie matchin'
Got a plug with biscotti, but shawty taxin'
Tryna stack enough dollars to buy the Magic
Tryna triple up, double up, gotta have it
I got juice in my double cup, gotta have it
Back-to-back 911s in front the mansion
When the folks locked my brother up, it was tragic
Yeah, when the folks locked my brother up, it was tragic
'Til he back, I'ma put it up, he could have it
My lil' shawty a model, she one the baddest
Yeah, my lil' shawty a model, she one the baddest
When we pull up to parties, she probably panic
Got a habit for guala, I gotta get it
[Chorus]
Roll up the smoke when I want it (The smoke)
Got the dope from the folks in the 100s (Folks in the 100s)
I put double G's all on my luggage (Double G's only)
Get the dough 'fore I buy a new luggage (Buy a new luggage)
I can't trip, I get lit when I wanna (Lit when I wanna)
Take a trip, I done dip when I wanna (Trip, I done dip)
They gon' pull up with sticks if it's trouble (Pull up with sticks)
I'ma count up a hundred and double back (Yeah)
My lil' **** just hit for a hundred pack (For a hundred)
R.I.P. all my ****, can't bring you back
Tell 'em free all my **** that's in the jail
'Til I see you in Heaven, I'll give 'em hell
Said you was real, but I couldn't tell
Said I would stop, but I'm poppin' seals
Smokin' gelato, I like the smell, uh, yeah
Written by: Eliot Dubock, Joseph Davis, Malcolm Martin