Roll Up, Poe Up

[Bridge: 8Ball]

My pocket full of them hundreds

Finna roll up this weed

All my bitches they got bitches

And all my weed come with no seeds

[Chorus: 8Ball]

Roll up, roll up, roll up… (This your boy Premro)

Poe up, poe up, poe up… (Yeah)

Roll up, roll up, roll up… (Premro 2)

Poe up, poe up, poe up…

[Verse 1: 8Ball]

Yeaaah !

I’m pulled up with my bad bitch

Ice cross, Styrofoam, never plastic

Flying through the country like the dukes of hazard

My mom & dad weren’t married, guess I’m a fat bastard

But hoes love it, but I hate them ho that do too much

I don’t wonder this shit 'bout

Who you know & who you fuck

That’s not my business

I’m tryin’ to get acquainted with yo' jaw bone

Get yours, get mine

Then we can blow some shit on

Lionel Richie, all night long

Pop a rolling stone

Under my hat, that’s my home

Deep, never no fake shit come between my lips

My nig'

Fuck all haters

[Bridge: 8Ball]

My pocket full of them hundreds

Finna roll up this weed

All my bitches they got bitches

And all my weed come with no seeds

[Chorus: 8Ball]

Roll up, roll up, roll up…

Poe up, poe up, poe up…

Roll up, roll up, roll up…

Poe up, poe up, poe up…

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

My weed come with no seeds

My bitch come with no draws

Them diamonds ain’t got no flaws

And I ain’t no respect for the law

Ain’t got no love for these niggas

Nigga I don’t wanna talk, talk to my pistol

I ain’t got no love for these hoes

I ain’t shouldn’t talk about bitch

Talk to my dick

Yup !

These hoes they make me sick

They say I’m with the shit

But really I’m not

But maybe I am

But I don’t give a damn

I’m tryin to get my auntie to sign for this lamb

Uh !

She jumped to a whole 'nother subject

Talkin’ about

Where you get 250 grand

I said never mind I go and ask my red big booty nurse bitch named Pamelaaa

You know what up with me

You know I’m in this streets

And I kill beats

And I’m caked up

Fuck boy, don’t play with me

That four nickel, that stay with me

If you smokin’ beverage get away from me

Need a one liter Sprite & some ice

8-Ball I got a tray with me

[Bridge: 8Ball]

My pocket full of them hundreds

Finna roll up this weed

All my bitches they got bitches

And all my weed come with no seeds

[Chorus: 8Ball]

Roll up, roll up, roll up…

Poe up, poe up, poe up…

Roll up, roll up, roll up…

Poe up, poe up, poe up…

[Verse 3: Bhav]

All this killa I got in my swisha

It seem like a nigga is all about killin’ himself

Way the fire the weed, the higher I get

I guess I just chasin’ my death

Pour up, some of that potion in my coffee cup

Roll up !

Some of that gas

Nigga don’t trap

Black black black, black on black on black is the Llac

Manicured nails, they bumpin' my sack

Heard she roll much better than me

Waist super-small, ass super-fat

Told Siri hate my nigga Ball

‘Cause you know that’s what we finna do

Tell my nigga I got them hoes

And you know that we finna come through

Mr Mud Island

Hoes on my jaw

I ain’t even sayin’ nothin’

Her mouth on my cock

It’s that life that I live

From that BAZ

Till that ATM

Pockets super swell

[Bridge: 8Ball]

My pocket full of them hundreds

Finna roll up this weed

All my bitches they got bitches

And all my weed come with no seeds

[Chorus: 8Ball]

Roll up, roll up, roll up…

Poe up, poe up, poe up…

Roll up, roll up, roll up…

Poe up, poe up, poe up…