Fadah - Rollin' Freestyle Lyrics

Let me start by saying I don't roll
I rolls Gs
Straight outa Oz
I smoked 3
I rolled 4
I saved one just for yo bitch
She smoke a blunt she smoke a dick
Rich
So how yu askin bout it when yo bitch kno
Rollin rollin Rollin Rollin
Big smoke
I don't wanna see you FaceTime
Niggas dying in the day time
Coach the game ain't no play time
Sending niggas to the base line
Win a war? Doubt that
Ricochet shell Ima bounce back
And ya bitch might get her spouse back but you'll never get that f*ckin clout back
Smokin dope up in the intersection grab lil bro from the bus stop
Niggas lackin on the way to school
Leave a nigga at the bus stop
Pull up 5 deep by the bus bet the bus stop
Gettin brain from a buss down
That's buss top
Buss top!
Buss a U and I'm back at it
Ima spit rocks for the crack addicts
You a pump faker boy they look to Fadah for the jump shot
Jump shot!
I be wit some killing ass niggas beat him till he got no feeling ass niggas
They'll a whoop ya son then leave a message in his lunch box like
Why pops?
Why you go and do it to the boy
Fadah please don't do it to them niggas
And I might be up in ya nightmares even in a good dream shooting niggas
Wit the G5 movement nigga
"G5 sitting on the runway"
"Big ass copper call that bitch Beyoncé"
30 popper in this Glock a hit you broad day
Niggas snitching singing like they ass on Broadway
We was smoking shootin dice up in the hallway
We still smoking shootin dice up in the hallway
Ain't shit change
Yu just slid and ain't shit bang
You just died ain't shit change
I'm still stained I'm still bleeding
Im not answering for a reason
I get work
I got work
I got gunpowder in my notes and I got blood all on my shirt
Bitch!
On the ground for that work bitch
On the ground when you twerk bitch
Niggas frown when I come around you'll be underground on a shirt bitch
And I ain't gotta touch a damn gun 2 3.5s what ya worth bitch
And I ain't gotta tough a damn gun 2 3.5s what you worth bitch