Rollin’

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

I ain't hit that pussy in a minute

But bitch, I'm right back in it

And I'm thuggin', fuck that flavored vodka, I'm smoking something

Hopped out my 'Lac in the 'and I left my motor running

My ghetto valley, my nigga, he keep my stash spotless

And I hid my work in my speakers, I know the task watching

Bitch, I'll put the town to rest, drop a hundred pounds and jet

They could be pimping this pimp

But yo, I'm still ducking them alphabets

FBI, DEA, stay on my D-I-C-K

Probably gonna die a dealer, nigga been hustling dope since '98

Banged in a gang since '95, these rapping-ass niggas ain't no riders

All we worship is them dollars, dollars where I reside

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

I'm just rollin'

Really good weed I'm blowin'

With my music holdin'

Make a nigga feel like flowin'

Windows down, feelin' the cold wind

Fifteen minutes of showbiz

And I ain't trippin' where my hoe is

Bitches gon' keep bitchin' and these hoes they gon' keep hoein' so I

[Verse 2: Starlito]

Pocket full of money and I still feel broke

Ciroc in my Sprite, my niggas still sell coke

I pour my heart in a song, but in this letter I wrote

I use discretion and codes, never say never but you never know

Down, bad, blowing good, smoke an ounce a session

Used to stretch, just hired an accountant to help me count my blessings

Still hate it when a weak man stop me and leave me stressing

I be like just give me a second like a reelection

Dude smoke that presidential, my bitch fucked, nothing to do

Chop up this pimping with her, and as you guess, she gets screwed

Can't keep your heart kicking like your shoelaces missing

Probably Harvey Dent's mistress ,you two-faced bitches

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

I'm just rollin'

Really good weed I'm blowin'

With my music holdin'

Make a nigga feel like flowin'

Windows down, feelin' the cold wind

Fifteen minutes of showbiz

And I ain't trippin' where my hoe is

Bitches gon' keep bitchin' and these hoes they gon' keep hoein' so I

[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]

Dance back of that '93, double cups of that thirty weight

Vogues rap my 84s, butter seats on my vertebrae

Candy paint on my doors, bitch, wood wheel what I hold, bitch

Shotgun my new boo, but your new boo is my old bitch

Day-Date on my cold wrist, that's Time's Square on my arm, hoe

Yellow stones, I talk money, my teeth shine when I yawn, hoe

Y'all broke niggas so boring, bro, fly niggas stay soaring, hoe

Leaning good on that Purple Rain, my cup empty, I'm pouring more

It's just a Texas thing, ball like them Jacksons, man

Flosser, I run it, like floss or boss-up, you understand?

Still in it, pitching underhand

But I got the upper, I'm paper touching them fucking bands

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

I'm just rollin'

Really good weed I'm blowin'

With my music holdin'

Make a nigga feel like flowin'

Windows down, feelin' the cold wind

Fifteen minutes of showbiz

And I ain't trippin' where my hoe is

Bitches gon' keep bitchin' and these hoes they gon' keep hoein' so I

[Verse 4: Propain]

Come meet the alp with me, candy-coated, yeah that's loud, pretty

The shit I'm smoking got me so high I could tail Piggy

Gun cocked, my trunk knock, girl, I jump out

Wetter than a jump shot, true to clique alumni

Well not actually, I'm a little too young, but I'm posed to be

Actually, we overheard of Big D, well, bitch, I'm the ghost of him

My rap's elite, pull over, crash the beat like driving on coke and heat

I'm stacking cheese, no limit like Master P, slow motion like Soulja Slim

Gotta get it 'cause we itching

Rapping in a language, only trill can comprehend it

Violate us, guns we lifting, young nigga out here beasting

Hard claw, 'bout to bring my corner back like real reefers, what's up?

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

I'm just rollin'

Really good weed I'm blowin'

With my music holdin'

Make a nigga feel like flowin'

Windows down, feelin' the cold wind

Fifteen minutes of showbiz

And I ain't trippin' where my hoe is

Bitches gon' keep bitchin' and these hoes they gon' keep hoein' so I