Roll Up Boyz lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, come on
Wait, hold up, I'm finna
Ayy

[Chorus]
Five percent tent bring crash out
Sitting on the crub while they looking for the stash spot
Stupid ass back up in the whip, I just sags out
Roll up boys on a chain that's the gang now
Every blunt ghetto is a b*tch 'cause it's so loud
Every one ghetto is a b*tch 'cause it's so loud
I just kicked a n*gga out the whip, he had to black and mouth
n*gga asking for a free feature, I got a whole child
That's wild

[Verse 1]
I just told them b*tch, I'm a dad now
f*ck it I'm in baby gap running up the tab now
I ain't say designer 'cause that's regular to us now
Baby pulled up the daycare with a bust down
Diamonds do exactly what they pose to, no flash
n*gga ask me how many I want to snatch the whole bag
I would kick it down but I ain't on that
I'm just chilling right here to the dopе crack
n*ggas di*k ride, the next man pick your boy up
Why thе bougie b*tch calling back? 'Сause you going up
f*ck a rap career a lot of pounds, b*tch I'm blowing up
Blowing up
Why that boy mad? He's a corner
Goddamn n*ggas, mad over lil' Benz truck
My fault, all three times when I crashed him
I just let a b*tch touch my di*k, now I'm growing up
I just let her touch my... (Yeah, come on)
They said everybody sound alike, well I'm the oldest ones
They said everybody sound
What b*tch? Quit playing
I'm good, I ain't doing features for no quick bands
n*ggas think they got a world hitting that in quicksand
Call me Bob, I'm just finna build with my good fans
Yo b*tch, call me stay for him she in good hands
Yo b*tch, call me stay for him she in good hands
n*ggas steady try to throw me crumbs, I ain't goin' for nothin'
Way to the ball in my hand, I'm finna make 'em punt
Elf for my opponent, I ain't punt on 4th or nothin'
Touchdown
Look up in the stands, all the b*tches love it
Celebrate at home if they ain't paying me, I'm not coming
Celebrate at home if they ain't paying me, I'm not yet
Boxed in, I don't wanna be a n*gga's top ten
Watch him, I'm a crop him out if he ain't locked in
n*ggas crying over Twitter comments, n*ggas all geeks
I don't ever even see that sh*t, I'm working all week
We don't even step the same n*gga, I got all cleats
Ask me what I think about the drama, don't call me
[Chorus]
Five percent tent bring crash out
Sitting on the crub while they looking for the stash spot
Stupid ass back up in the whip, I just sags out
Roll up boys on a chain that's the gang now
Every blunt ghetto is a b*tch 'cause it's so loud
Every one ghetto is a b*tch 'cause it's so loud
I just kicked a n*gga out the whip, he had to black and mouth
n*gga asking for a free feature, I got a whole child