Rolls

[Verse 1: Olu] Pills pills, special beans Therapy from amphetamines Sold a few to your girlfriend in exchange for a vasectomy She said it tastes good like cheddar cheese Got it on lock like a set of keys Then I sold you a sack of weed and bought myself some Jordan 3's Friday night and she popping skittles, sweating bullets, sipping liquor Then she smoke some weed with me somebody should've told her that she shouldn't be mixing Fucked up in all kinds of ways Put into a trance, saw that Mary Jane Mixed in with a Four Loko that ecstasy's fucking up her brain And I pop one, feeling great Walk to a house party down the street Usually I don't let her mix my shit but this bitch bought bud so I'm finna blaze Roll it up, smoke it up, she took three hits starting throwing up All over the bathroom, what the fuck I tried to help her out but she ain't getting up She's passed out, rambling, mumbling about her family Saying that she just wanna go home, all covered in puke laying on the floor And I seen you before, same shit But I don't even know what her name is She just some chick that my homie brought And he left left me, ran out of alcohol I'm gone [Hook] Living fast, sipping slow Popping different color rolls Riding cleans, sniffing beans Man this shit feel like a dream [Verse 2] So I left her there, didn't care Drunk as fuck falling down the stairs That house party was insane Like the best that I been to all year Who still here I look around Passed out bodies all over the ground Mainly anybody who ain't make it to the club And some pissed off lames who ain't get to fuck And then there's me, smell like weed Hungry like a fat bitch at Burger King Walking on down to the whopper house On the other side of bowling green These motherfucking pills got me up all night Pancakes taste good as fuck Rolling off them magic beans Higher than the bean stock Just bought a new blue Rolex Slurred off that Maserati My homeboys awfully amped up off white tabs and yellow monkeys Skittles got a nigga straight zoning out but I love the way that it feels I'll pop one and you'll pop one and we'll take off out of here Cause we just [Hook x 4] [Interlude] Yeah I feel like for this part I should be singing and shit Or something You know what I'm saying like I dunno, these motherfucking beans got me so fucked up..shit Nah but um I do got like a whole baggy full of this shit You know what I'm saying I'm just passing em around I got a couple bad bitches to my left You know what I'm saying Couple of my niggas on my right Bitch tripping and shit You know what I'm saying Shit be bright as shit nigga Like dam, just pop that shit Feel it, pop it It's all good, you ain't gotta worry about a thing [Hook x 4]