Rollin’ lyrics

(This is genius...)

[Intro: Deniro Farrar]
All eyes on me, n*gga, sh*t, I'm feelin' like pot...
They can't even picture me rollin' though, ha...

[Hook: Deniro Farrar]
(Can you)
Picture me rollin'?
Ridin' and I'm smokin'
(In the) S550 and that b*tch prolly stole it, nah nah
You know I'm rollin', .45-totin'
All this cash that I'm foldin'
n*ggas hate to see me rollin'

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
Can you picture me rollin'?
Ridin' and I'm smokin'
Pistol on my lap, bust a n*gga head open
I'm precise with the aim, you don't wanna provoke me
All this kush in my lungs is the reason that I'm chokin'
In this work I be servin', this n*ggas is so potent
Heard the jackboys lurkin', try to rob me I'm-a murk 'em
With the .40 I'm a surgeon, licking shots and then I'm swervin'
Throwin' work to all my n*ggas, they catch it like Michael Irvin
And them killers gon' blitz; n*gga, I ain't never worried
I'm thuggin' it 'til I'm buried, that extendo hold 30
Told mama that I got her, she ain't gotta worry
Smoke foggin' up my whip, now my vision gettin' blurry
I'm just trying to make it home, cause the police out here lurkin'
Ask me how I bought my whip, b*tch you know that I ain't workin'
You can't even search my sh*t, you ain't even got a warrant
No pus*y motherf*cker just don't wanna see me swervin', nah nah...
[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Deniro Farrar]
If you my n*gga, I really mean my n*gga
Vow to stay the same even if we gettin' bigger
The money comin' in like we got a money printer
And we runnin' through them checks like a motherf*ckin' sprinter
I don't f*ck with pus*y n*ggas, stay away from pretenders
Cause n*ggas be in yo business, wearin' wires with antennas
It won't hold up in court, like pants with no suspenders
Money don't grow on trees -- then why the f*ck I got these splinters?
And I'm ridin' by my lonely, tryin' to remember --
The days, when my heart wasn't cold like December
Stolen car; stolen rims, it don't even match the vendor
Whippin' dope up with the drill, fans sittin' by the window
And the family f*ck you over, guess blood gettin' thinner
In a world full of losers n*ggas hate when you a winner
So I'm ridin' and I'm smokin', pistol in my lap
Just left my stash house; now I'm ridin' to the trap, nah nah...

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Shady Blaze]
Shady Blaze, bruh, and you know that I'm a schizo
I'm ridin' and I'm smokin', you already know how the sh*t go
If you n*ggas wanna beef, we can make that sh*t official
It'll be a two-on-one, you versus me with a pistol
Yes n*gga I am loaded, so don't do nothin' stupid
p*ss me off, you get the heat; who's the next to make me do it?
Wise up in these streets, I ain't hangin' with nothin' stupid
I ride around with my family, b*tch n*ggas are not included
Deniro, he got the .40, so don't make my n*gga use it
Destination is the money, no way we ain't gettin' to it
I'm-a be this way forever and what you hear is exclusive
Ya bitin' my style; f*ck around, n*gga, and get a tooth chipped
It's real life, king sh*t, I'm a f*ckin' Raider
If they call this sh*t the rap game then I'm the top player
n*ggas start off with they mamas, now they snitchin' to they neighbors
Then they talkin' to the pigs, next up's gon' be them mayors
Ain't nothin' more worse than a motherf*ckin' snitch
Kill him and then take his b*tch
Tie her up and don't take her list (?)
Dress the ho up in the rain (?)
Then drop her off with the Crips
I'm a shady n*gga; it's Greenova, how you picture me now?
[Hook x2]

[Outro: Shady Blaze]
Picture me, picture a n*gga rollin'... (x3)
n*gga rollin', Greenova...