Lyrics

Fuck these cops i just wanna smoke my pot Why they tryna hold me up i just wanna roll tree up They, all up in my B.I., as if I got guns like I'm T.I. I'm tryna be high, but they making me drop Guess they mad cuz I'm destined to be great And they aint makin a lot Shit they wrote their own story, Why they tryna fuck with my plot They see me moving I'm coasting And I'm on the way to the top Wit a couple dimes rollin up the pine Me and don joh in that drop Hold up, wait til i get my dough up Pissing yo P.O. off when u show up Fuck this system the shit make me throw up Wait til we twist it we comin to fix it Get off my dick bitch go catch a killer Go catch a cold go jump in a river Let me smoke let me roll my swisher I'm taking L's no losses, Get stoned like jesus wit no crosses I'm living lawless... Living free what we call it Rolling tree til I'm nauseous, popping bottles like we alcoholics Wit my chick looking flawless, we looking like bosses And fuck a P.O. bitch im tryna get blowed And fuck a P.O. bitch im tryna get blowed Fuck a P.O. bitch im tryna get blowed Fuck a P.O. bitch im tryna get blowed Fuck the police, roll up the tree Fuck the police, roll up the tree Fuck the police, roll up the tree Fuck the police, roll up the tree
Writer(s): Myles Rowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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