LYRICS HERE IN DESCRIPTION!
Roll it up, roll it up, roll
roll it up, roll it up, roll
roll it up, roll it up, roll
roll it up till the sun goes down
sun goes down,
till the sun goes down,
fuck them niggas in collierville, that's how i feel
bitches heating heavy but i'd rather keep my body chill
I see 'em walkin bet the bitches in they collars still
beef's about ready i let johnny take it off the grill
an empty stomach make me feel funny
blunt, swisher rollin got the windows rolled up
field money aint real money
no white collar but you kno i got that deal money ...bitch
rapid fire on but no fire arms
i stay lifted so you kno i got a tired arm
but i bet you never see me in a gym
I let the cannabis take control like a sim
everywhere i go bitches say they know me
we locked up high but my niggas got a low key
shit i bet i got a Wikipedia
my style means dope in the kush encyclopedia
Bitch i'm Ian George Mckenzie
take 12 shots
no friendlys
got my fitted cap and some skinny jeans
niggas say sick of that bitches say they love the scene
8 trees rolled but we need 5 more
time moves slow as i reach my core
take two take three hits four
herb rolled up and the campaign's poured
red eyes, orange juice, seeds on my yellow-book
blue lipstick on my dick, weed & money
anywhere mary go i'ma go indego
smoke my weed watch a nigga get violet (violent)
kush put a nigga in a rainbow life
no homo bet i keep a pussy tight
fuck goin ham bitch i'm about to go pistrami
baby girl come & put that pusy on me
no doubt that youre gonna be famous bro.
MattvonDusa 10 months ago