Rolli

Rolli My Rolli don’t tic tok My bag go Ching Ching You think you fancy Hey hey We not the same thing My Rolli don’t tic tok My bag go Ching Ching You think you fancy Hey hey We not the same thing My diamonds from Sal D’Errico My villas in Puerto Rico And all of my clothes Moschino My buzz is up like mosquitos My blunts are fat like burritos And no I can’t f*ck with Chicos I be in LA with the cholos While gwops mixing my vocals And I get the dough with no pole And all of my ice is rose gold And you suckers wanna touch me All I say is that’s a no no My Rolli don’t tic tok My bag go Ching Ching You think you fancy Hey hey We not the same thing My Rolli don’t tic tok My bag go Ching Ching You think you fancy Hey hey We not the same thing Rolli on with some rubber bands Just a stack of a couple of dead friends Dead presidents in my residence Got no space for no fake friends Phone gone ring ring That bag goin Ching Ching I pimped out Mary Jane I lift that rolli playin Jane Hey That bitch she Puerto Rico Fat ass from San Domingo She shy but she a freako Hey hey She freaky cuz she a Leo Got Haitians just like the Migo’s Keep that dirt inside my jean coat Pop pop Huh swear My Rolli don’t Tic Tok My bag go Ching Ching You think you fancy Hey hey We not the same thing My Rolli don’t Tic Tok My bag go Ching Ching You think you fancy Hey hey We not the same thing