Y1 - Rolling Tray Lyrics

High off life, I ain eem smoke today
I just break down all my problems
And put it in a rolling tray
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
Ugh, movin dem digits, my job
1, me 2 bitches Tripod
F*ck what you say I'm the shit, my God
Yippie ky yay on my hip, die hard
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I burn iburn up the streets, 4 5 my Company
That'll shall not come for me, no Way
When I shoot my shot i holla Kobe
And give you back ya thot pocket She a throwaway
On my momma, she doin splits on My dick whit no condom
Using the force on deez how's whit No problem
If a little luke come out the pussy Shute, put dat bitch on Maury
Just To say I'm not the father
Sipping on Ganja, smokin on drank
Tab on my gums got me trippin
Blunt like kudi first album it's Hittin
If the cops come around bitch I'm Dippin
Its 3 in the morning I'm smashing On chicken from ibar
The Passenger seat, dick, in mouth That's a side bar
Her friend in the on the snap in the Backseat of my car
Like Ah dat nigga go hard, I got one Life n I'm livin dat shit
Dat n I g g a be my pigment n shit
My whole life's a freestyle, ain't shit Written lil bitch Ugh Ugh
I done came up never coming down, So I'm goin harder than a Motherf*cka
Im someone you ain't expect to Maaaake it, like leoreo in hunter Hunter
I feel like my life is a freak show, and I use this mic as a peep hole
To show beyond a reasonable doubt, That I came a long way from d' evils
In my lifetime, I showed you Niggas how to do dis
So what more can I say, I gave all You niggas the blueprint, f*ck is you Doin
High off life, I ain eem smoke today
I just break down all my problems
And put it in a rolling tray
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
Ugh, movin dem digits, my job
1, me 2 bitches tripod
F*ck what you say I'm the shit, my God
Yippie ky yay on my hip die hard
I burn up the streets when I turn up
My girl pussy so good, it make me Wanna go and fight her mother
And if a nigga take Too long to
Write a verse, I'll f*ck around and Write another, Ugh
I got bars that could make Kim jong
Freestyle on a song dissing Donald Trumps Mom
On one kxnee-kap I'm still running This shit (He he) now
How's that for A son of a bitch
I been gettin high as shit, writing all These hieroglyphs
Continue carbon copying, Cuz ima Do the opposite
I remember feelin lost as a whore
Whit a blunt in my hand, bullets all In my drawer
Look the man in the mirror and fall To the floor
Cuz you don't even know who you Are anymore
Far from perfect but I'm fillin out Apps to be
I was living off the 2 for 20
And I Aint talkin bout specials at Applebees, whit a stripper and a Pistol as faculty
And that's facts for me
And I could Give a f*ck less about the judgement You have for me
Cuz when I wake up and go to sleep, I live in my skin and bonehappily
I dont give anyone chances, I always See room for advancement
It's all fun n games being childish, till I pop up on you like chris Hansen
Lil biddy bitch tell me I'm the man Then, my bitch a 10 like the Commandments
If i have a Son ima name him Captain
Cuz 9 times out of it 10 I Ain't plan it, f*ck am I saying shit, I'm just
High off life, I ain eem smoke today
I just break down all my problems
And put it in a rolling tray
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
I Burn up the streets when I turn up
Ugh, movin dem digits, my job
1, me 2 bitches tripod
F*ck what you say I'm the shit, my God
Yippie ky yay on my hip die hard
I burn up the streets when I turn up