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Rolling (feat. stoopidtoejo)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rolling (feat. stoopidtoejo) was released on December 30, 2025 by HeadTappers as a part of the album Tm Be The Gang - EP
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Release DateDecember 30, 2025
LabelHeadTappers
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM174

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HeadTappers
HeadTappers
Vocals
NoLimitSlat
NoLimitSlat
Vocals
Sosa Marley
Sosa Marley
Performer
Mqrionn
Mqrionn
Performer
Glo
Glo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
HeadTappers
HeadTappers
Songwriter
NoLimitSlat
NoLimitSlat
Songwriter

Lyrics

Play through they hood like it's our shit
We spinned they block, they made it dance
They say bump guns, but ain't no shit
Come spin our hood, see how it get
We ain't tour, they ain't got no blick
And duck a line, we gotta live just for them balls, we sliming shit
I'm talking about jumping gates, they never bounce off, F&N for the chase
I been so EBK, look, Lil Glo be slamming rays, we GDK
If I ain't on the A, then I'm out on the P or Henny J
I'm only touching bucks, if it ain't 'bout no paper, then what the fuck?
He tried to slide, and he got baked for hella harsh, from the drink to love
No, I'm touching pape', she tryna fuck and go on dates
We call the saint to hit us back a lot, but pain won't go away
We don't condone diss, get up or get turned into a date
Touching money, we love money, we up, still get on your ass
Up in school, they played it cool, so that's why we gave them a pass
Ready for anything, they keep on asking why I got that mask
In case a **** gotta blast, handcuffs like Nina Spaz
I'm just trying to mount the motor, it's just road to this dash
Me and Soulja hand peasy, love this money, that shit fast
I don't want the bitch no more, 'cause bronem told me I should trap
I'm just like, fuck it, let's go get our own shit, rank off the pad
We done spent G so many times, I guess we having fun with it
Bouncing out Q50 with the Drac', I blow a dub with it
Claim they got shots, so we pull up, watch how they run with it
Got a .40 on my lap and we gonna bail out broad day
Call up bronem, we hit every drop, get here from all the way
I got a fifth for every day, bitch, I'm out of chest
Bitch, I got stupid toes, driver reckless, never touch the brakes
I got the Jakes up on my ass, Q50 take them on them chase
I had to come back on this bitch and burn the booth
They say it's lonely at the top, not if it's money on the roof
Lil' Mutt too thick and like he froze, I had to show up what it do
They ain't get back to that one shit, but they say claimin' what they gon' do
We all do shit that's forbidden, get up close and take a lay
I know the little ho wanna fuck the dude, but she can't stay
He made a diss, we did a rip, man, we still styling with his men
I keep a AP Rollie, clearly cap a **** if he playin'
A'ight, I ain't forcing no little **** to get busy
Can't say you wanna, man, if you gon' tote now without a .50
Really slanging iron, that's for all crackers, spines, I gotta brr
We get active, if he wasn't touching bucks, then we a purge
F-O-A-1-A-5-5-60 blicking, what's the word?
I ain't tricking on no bitches, I'm out trapping, tryna serve
He got hit, we fucked him up real quick, he laying in the dirt
Told brother, switch, and we love catching victims, 40 bound to surge
A'ight, you can't get off with that little shit
The Sosa bounce off 50, best believe, he gotta switch
If I bounce out of chase him, ain't no running, he couldn't get away
The 2-3 hit his stomach, made him vomit, he couldn't shit the same
A'ight, we too young, too many blicks
He screaming, "Ah, I got hit!", better tap him in his shit
Damn, bitch, we touching money, one day, we all gon' be rich
I don't care about that shit, shut the fuck up, stupid bitch
Damn, I told, I told the bitch to bust a split
And I know that bitch a freak, so I know she gon' use her lips
And the demon, this bitch not no Henny, done I crashed a whip
Written by: HeadTappers, NoLimitSlat
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