Rollie On My Wrist Rollie On My B Tiktok Song Lyrics. Hold up, Rollie on my wrist Rollie on my bi^^h (what?), 30 on my waist (what?) 30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah) 90 to your face (yeah), that’s a closed case (yeah).
Rollie On My Wrist Rollie On My B Lyrics
Rest in power, it’s all about power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you’ll have is sour
Diesel, ni^^as’ll smoke your a^^ to have the juice
Riding around in an all black coupe
Couple of pigeons that’s ready to shoot, sh^t
Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping
With 48 ounces and cigarette butts
F^^king around with the up echelon, they will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, what the F^^k is the halves
Click clack, get powed, bi^^h it’s a wrap
Tierra my witness, I pray for a nap
Youngin’ and restless, return with a past
Key in ignition, foot on the gas
None of you ni^^as is acting that jab
Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask
Ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules
Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I’ll take you to my panic room
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All these ni^^as stealin’ my style, can I get my flow back?
Yeah, bop on that bi^^h like Kodak
Yeah, bi^^h you know dat
Yeah, I push your sh^t all back (woop woop)
Told that bi^^h I got money, ayy (woop)
Countin’ them hundreds, it’s nothing, ayy
Told that lil bi^^h I got money, ayy
Told that lil bi^^h that’s it nothing, ayy (s^^t, s^^t, tied)
Hit that bi^^h right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bi^^h like it’s stuffing, ew (s^^t, s^^t, tied, ok!)
Told that lil bi^^h that I’m with it
Told that lil bi^^h that I’m with it
Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, yeah (win)
Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
Kodak do the most, yeah (win)
Told that lil bi^^h I got all the money (uhh)
I swear this sh^t is just nothing (uhh)
I just be dancin’ right up on that bi^^h, yeah
What you be stuntin’?
That boy not gang, no that boy not my friend
I hang with my gang the same gang that felt all of my pain
When I was struggling through the rain
When I had no guala, no ice
Wasn’t no food but rice
All of these bi^^hes they want me but they get 1Night
F^^k ’em, I give a F^^k what you sayin’
bi^^h ni^^a know I ain’t playing
I’m ’bout my fetty
Sailing team up and we ready
F^^k up that ni^^a if he talking too heavy
I’m bout it, chains on my neck cost me 20
Look at your diamonds, your diamonds look cloudy
They fake, young ni^^a in the Gucci Stans
F^^k with me if you wanna die
Young ni^^a I don’t wear no suit and ties
F^^k no
Lil Boat!
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
I sent my bi^^h to the store ’cause we ran out of soda (what?)
bi^^h I’m tryna cook this yola (21)
Hundred round drum on the bottom of that sh^t (do-do-do-do)
Chop a ni^^a down like a F^^king lawnmower (grrrrrr)
AK47 ’round my mo^^erF^^king shoulder (21)
Pull up in a Rover then I pull off in a Fisker
Pulled up on your bi^^h, she s^^ked my d^^k and then you kissed her (goddamn)
Young savage bi^^h, and I don’t play ’round with them swishers (hmm?)
I just smoke them woods {yeah}
bi^^h I’m from the hood {yeah}
Zone 6, Bouldercrest road, you can’t go there
21 Gang bi^^h, yeah {21, 21, 21}
I’m in NYC, I think I got a F^^king show there (yeah)
Hold up, Rollie on my wrist
Rollie on my bi^^h (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), that’s a closed case (yeah)
You an old ni^^a, man you washed up
Young savage, man I got my car washed up
Pulled up on a mo^^erF^^king ni^^a, wrapped up (yeah)
Then I pulled up in a mo^^erF^^king Brink’s truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
Who the F^^k picked this lil sorry a^^ beat?
I’m from the ugly corner man, them lil sour a^^ streets
Damn homie, I’m the one who let your starving a^^ eat
And you was hungry, I ain’t have to let your sorry a^^ eat
My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week
Gave my dog a buck fifty, that ni^^a brought me back three
I’ma- a ni^^a broad and get up all in them cheeks, tied
They dead fly
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