Roll Up

[Hook] Smokin on blows in all 3 rows If I get it low I can call in mo And I got hoes and all new clothes Everything I own less than 2 days old [Verse 1] Gonna find my career is too When your dick is long, yea ho know you Like my word be the scripture, everything true Used to million dollar figures, what the fuck they call you? A million dollar nigga screamin blood all blue 6 points to the left, do what I want to Now Bogus smoking sips by the bees They ain’t no Gucci but G’s on me Baby I’ve been chillin with my lady when I ain’t with the crew But I thought this was on my crazy case, I run into you Bitch nigga… death round the corner For you 2 words, quote it’s over Plenty round clip on the shoulder When I’m in the Rover, talkin with 50 soldiers Laughin at the rosas, all the hoes chose us Soon as I roll up, bitches start roll up [Hook] [Verse 2] Straight OG, when you see me I’m so ruling, Popo can’t see My eyes can’t hide this potency You’re the BBC, I’m the BBG Smoking with my rich in the whip Kool-Aid blow, she put down the drow with smoke on my dick No seats, no sticks, real shit If you ain’t OG get up on my whip bitch Ain’t no love with yo low budge You smoke humble, get the fuck high Out every day, I have myself a little smoke I already know, rolled down 4 miles, crouts Big up in your ghetto, peanut butter beam out Licking sticking suckin, that’s what stress is all about I’m tryina smoke a quarter pound of foreign – passin out I’m about 3-6 down now [Hook] [Outro] In case you didn’t know, it’s Bogus baby In case you didn’t know, it’s Bogus baby In case you didn’t know, it’s Bogus baby In case you didn’t know, it’s Bogus baby