Rollin lyrics

[Intro]
Really
Kush God, b*tch, uh, right
Roll one, light one, repeat
Uh

[Verse 1]
It's all lit, put the pack on scale
First blunt is a personal blunt, you know me well
New pot, I know that's gon' sell
My only worry is I hope the Backwoods not stale
Feelin' wavy, now I'm back on sale
Yac' on chill, great numbers, tax on still
These low numbers f*ckin' up the game
This bud here is four hundred for twenty eight grams
Three if we came out the sand, wholesale
A couple points for the trans, cause you my man
Secure the box, make sure that my plans won't avalanche
On they neck, so they brands won't have a chance

[Chorus]
First place, it ain't no runner-ups
High is for the high, but keep some lows in the cut
Break it down, make sure you run it up
Why don't you make yourself useful, n*gga
Roll something up
[Verse 2]
I got a pound for every bump on your face
Tripled up my first month out of state
Facetime, got Unc' on my case
He tryna reach me, but I was crackin' a plate
Live action, hundred pack in my face
I text him back like "I'm safe"
Make sure things cool back at the base
After this re-up, it's gon' put us in a immaculate space
[?] in the safe
Everything on signal just incase that they happen to trace
I don't need a signal, I don't wait for it to happen to break
Gotta switch it up cause these n*ggas be jackin' the pace
Like old n*gga, you had your time, this ain't back in the day
Might roll a half in a day
My roach clips is like water bugs in a tray

[Chorus]
First place, it ain't no runner-ups
High is for the high, but keep some lows in the cut
Break it down, make sure you run it up
Why don't you make yourself useful, n*gga
Roll something up

[Post-Chorus]
Pack on my mind, never slackin' with mines
Got some rats on my line, hope you back on your grind
We rollin'