Slow Roll

[Intro]

All my youngins be on go mode

Slow roll, all my youngins be on go mode

Let's get it

[Verse 1]

Used to pack it up, had to slow roll, tryna trap me up a dough roll

Hundred round Drac' and the long nose, thuggin' on 8 with the .44s

High-speed chase through the Drug Zone

Runnin' from Jake and the popo

They claim the gang but they subpar

Short a hundred Percs, need another jar

Been a hot boy with them rock stars

Watching out for the sweep off of Dunbar

Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked

Sitting on a corner in the hood parked

Said he beat his gun charge, seen't 'em in the hood

Hop out the back of a squad car

Either you trap or you farm hot

Choppers with straps on the arm stock

Slidin' with Glocks in the armrest

Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck

Put that chopper to a nigga lips like some fuckin' Carmex

Blow the Artex, DJ run it back like a fuckin' hot track

Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my nigga Mas back

Turn your town into Old Country Buffet

But we met the plug at Outback

We was back and forth down in K-Y, runnin' with the Wildcats

Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack

Hate my irritating ass Js but a nigga love to count racks

[Hook]

Slow roll

Slow roll

Slow roll (All my youngins be on go mode)

Slow roll

[Verse 2]

When my doc' write, look like scribble-scratch

Straight drop got a nigga block slappin' like a pitty-pat

Stuff a bitch with a thousand Xanax in a jimmy hat

Hothead with a heated temper, quick to Windex a nigga fitted cap

Right-hand man the grim reaper, index finger, don't trigger that

Dumb thinking you can fuck with Blockworks

How the fuck a nigga figure that?

He done got whacked, hit him in his hat

Twist his top back, we'll peel his cap

Bloodstains on the concrete

All-white stitch with a hint of grey

Broken glass, middle of the street

See the bricks chipped from the ricochet

Wipe a opp off the hit-list, slidin' off with them misfits

Ridin' 'round with this big bitch, I just made another chicken play

Don't let that money go to your head

'Cause the money change hands anyway

In the Feds on his death bed only time when a nigga pray

Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my nigga Tay

Free Justo, free my nigga K, gotta hold it down for my nigga Ray

Used to let him pour his own trouble

Champagne glass full of rose bubbles

Louis belt with the gold buckle

Mr. Mike Amiri with the stone jungle (Whatever)

[Hook]

Slow roll

Slow roll

Slow roll

Slow roll