Lyrics: Yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah) Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two steppin', ball on everyone Went and got a bag, I ran it up, then flipped off everyone I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some Shooter ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one) And my pockets filled with money, bitch, they fuckin' shmunked (yeah) I just pulled up out to Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West) We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil' bum) No, you not been smokin' no gas, you not smokin' no Runtz (huh) I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' off the molly Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' in the big body Rollin', I'm just rollin' Bought a Motorola for my yola I was sellin' (yeah) I heard you was tellin', we heard you was just snitchin' Can't rock with us, we too felonious (yeah) Everything I do be goin' viral My fans just like a cult, they read my Bible Bitch you think you really rich, you just been lied to (why?) I'm just swervin' in the coupe, just hit up the block (yeah) Fuckin' on my thot, made her sip the Wock' She suckin' on my cock, she do that a lot Yeah, I can't fuck with you at all We might test you, I just wanna vibe Yeah, I just wanna flex, but I'm not gon' crawl Yeah, a thief in the night, bitch, that pussy gon' call Yeah, even though you was a hater, you still at my show Pulled my shit out on her back, then I bust a nut, yeah, then I told her to go Yeah, I don't be fucking with no nobody, they just be sniffin' that shit like its snow They snipin' that shit like a globe FN my finger, that bih like a pole Yeah, I'm about to blow Time for me to go up, I'm about to explode I'm 'bout to expose 'em Osama bin-Laden, my bro No, I can't wife me a ho Chill with my brother, my twizz, my bro Big body stizz, or the Benz, or the big body Lamb', boy, that bitch 'bout to (brrt) Yeah, I just pulled up like a yankee In London might shank you, the bitch 'bout to (brrt) Yeah, I'm 'bout to slice you, I'm 'bout to dice you, it's not nice yeah Put you inside of a bag, then fill it with rice, set it alight I just went doubled my money, then I fucked it up again, made it go thrice Yeah, I ain't even roll with nobody at all, so stop callin' my phone, no advice All of my diamonds, they smackin' the shit out of you like the motherfuckin' lights All of y'all really been buggin' me, yeah, like some motherfuckin' lice Me and my twizzies insane, we are not nice Your thottie gon' give me the brain, she suck it all night Yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah) Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two steppin', ball on everyone Went and got a bag, I ran it up, then flipped off everyone I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some Shooter ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one) And my pockets filled with money, bitch, they fuckin' shmunked (yeah) I just pulled up out to Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West) We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil' bum) No, you not been smokin' no gas, you not smokin' no Runtz (huh) I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' off the molly Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' in the big body Rollin', I'm just rollin' Bought a Motorola for my yola I was sellin' (yeah) I heard you was tellin', we heard you was just snitchin' Can't rock with us, we too felonious (yeah)
