Roll Up lyrics

[Chorus: JGRXXN]
Yeah, roll up the kushy
It ain't my fault she gave me the pus*y
But it's money over b*tches, right?
But it's money over b*tches, right?
Yeah, roll up the kushy
It ain't my fault she gave me the pus*y
But it's money over b*tches, right?

[Verse 1: JGRXXN]
Uh, rolled up in here
Off the sour diesel mane, that's up in the curve
With my n*gga Black, with some 40 yack
Facin' on a kush blunt, said he'd hit me back
Rolled up to the liquor store and cop some papers
Got a [?] for the ganja later
Called up a trippy, goin' at it no snow
GRXXN wanna hit you from the back in the 'Lac
Yeah, got a blunt b*tch, the Alley type
Got a Codeine Chevy with the rally stripes
Got the foreign same color as the Motorola
Holla at your boy, clutch seats, it's on kosher

[Chorus: JGRXXN]
Yeah, roll up the kushy
It ain't my fault she gave me the pus*y
But it's money over b*tches, right?
But it's money over b*tches, right?
Yeah, roll up the kushy
It ain't my fault she gave me the pus*y
But it's money over b*tches, right?

[Verse 2: L's]
Yo, let's get it! L's!
JGRXXN man, what's poppin', my n*gga!
Ya heard? Check it out though, look
I roll with my crew and know soldiers that shoot
Run your mouth, break your shoulders in two
You say you nice, well show us the proof
I ain't think so n*gga
You getting dope, but overhere them bankrolls bigger
I'm holding the heat that'll burn off your top
And the code of the streets I learned from my pops
I'm on a higher volume, turned to the max
And lit candle in the booth the way I burn up the wax
That's your shorty, well sorry, I f*cked
Man, y'all bunch of cops like Starsky and Hutch
I party with sl*ts and twist up the kush pack
One hit of this dope will have your wig pushed back
L's!

[Chorus: JGRXXN]
Yeah, roll up the kushy
It ain't my fault she gave me the pus*y
But it's money over b*tches, right?
But it's money over b*tches, right?
Yeah, roll up the kushy
It ain't my fault she gave me the pus*y
But it's money over b*tches, right?