Hunnid mill flex like one up, dun up,
Ten toes deep Young Stunna,
Tone ah, punchlines, kicks like thunder,
So my drops all hits no wonder.
Yea I don't put up with no geek shit,
Getting all my money like frequent.
Every other night a new event, shit ain't no secret;
Joey Triviana with the drip, shorty want dasani, wanna sip.
(Huh, shit), I need more liquor, more power;
Hoes sucking dick for some powder (powder).
I need more smoke, need more money;
Rappers all acting, it's funny.
You can find me in a booth making hit records;
Eat a beat up like a soup, you a mic checker.
You ain't ever met a crew with our 'mindsetta';
John Gotti with the troops, we the trifecta.
(Tell 'em, tell 'em).
(Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it)
Roll it up, up, up, and hit that gas, gas, gas, gas;
Roll it up and hit that gas, we boutta' blast off.
(Here we go)
(Farewell)
Prepare yourself
(Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it)
Roll it up, up, up, and hit that gas, gas, gas, gas;
Roll it up and hit that gas, we boutta' blast off.
(Drama, check, check, check, check)
I need a little bit o' that shit, little more this shit;
I need more dough, I need all o' my biscuits (waddup).
Gimme gimme more, I need ten times;
Full time job tryna' bend rhymes.
First things first I'mma get mine;
I don't wanna dream during bed time.
Mind state gone full o' deadlines;
Lost my head for the headlines.
Tryna get it with my fam, better line up;
Better hit it out the park, better wind up.
Better get it 'fore you can't, 'fore 'ya time's up;
Only one, shine up, everyday new reminders.
Minders all I ever, ever, ever need;
808s and forever greens.
Better drugs make better scenes,
Need my drama squad and my melodies.
Roll it up and hit that gas, we boutta' blast off.
(Here we go)