Rolled On

[Intro]

(DJ Chose)

(P Crisco)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

Uh, if it's love, say that shit, yeah

If it's war, then we slide too, yeah

I'm too grown to play that shit, yeah

I drop a bag and they gon' find you

Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on

Roll with me or get rolled on

Boy, I'm ridin' 'til my soul gone

Cold world, put a coat on

You ain't gang, nigga, hold on

Roll with me or get rolled on

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]

Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on

Nigga, picture me rollin', know I got Pac on, know that I got my Glock on

Self-made, good with that ratchet, play, you gon' die, holmes

Bitch-made, shrimp in the basket, them niggas popcorn

Know I'm gon' get my pop on

I hear you niggas adlibbing like me, lookin' like my clones

I see you niggas actin' all tough, but really mean no harm

I never wish the worst for 'em

Knowin' I'm out that mud and you still wanna throw dirt on me

Keep playin', I got a hearse for 'em

That boy say keep sprayin', nigga, keep sprayin' 'til you see one fall

Uh, keep prayin', nigga, we ain't sparin' nan' one of y'all

You done got the don involved

I'm the wrong one to call, yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

Uh, if it's love, say that shit, yeah

If it's war, then we slide too, yeah

I'm too grown to play that shit, yeah

I drop a bag and they gon' find you

Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on

Roll with me or get rolled on

Boy, I'm ridin' 'til my soul gone

Cold world, put a coat on

You ain't gang, nigga, hold on

Roll with me or get rolled on

[Verse 2: Mozzy]

Bully with the longnose

Handheld fully, extra handle, frrt, hold on

Medallion with the gold rope

Rollie face snocone

Eyeball the whole zone

Bubble coat needed, the temperatures in my zone cold

I put all of my woes on immediately

Overnight the pack to civilians somewhere in Sicily

Leather in the loft so soft, it came from Italy

Went from bein' broke to a boss, I'm talkin' literally

Look out for your people and feed 'em or that's a penalty

Gotta keep the yeek, it ain't peaches environmentally

He ain't takin' pride in his bangin', a lack of dignity

I handpick the killers and utilize 'em efficiently, on G-O-D

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]

Uh, if it's love, say that shit, yeah

If it's war, then we slide too, yeah

I'm too grown to play that shit, yeah

I drop a bag and they gon' find you

Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on

Roll with me or get rolled on

Boy, I'm ridin' 'til my soul gone

Cold world, put a coat on

You ain't gang, nigga, hold on

Roll with me or get rolled on