w3 rollin (feat. Korqo)

Hey Come on, man That's too easy Okay, okay, okay It's now time to just leave with your fuckin' ass up, bitch We're goin' to Nasa right now, bitch Yeah, we're gonna go to Astroworld, meet Travis Scott Takin' a perc while goin' to twizzy planet I don't know why, but I'm feelin really despicable I feel like I'm gonna rob the moon like Gru Yeah, all of these hoes of mine, my little minions Yeah, they be coppin' my swag, they will be on my dick Yeah, the Germany be mean, they listen to me I got racks on my yatch, yeah I got racks on my bugatti, got it on my tesla too Rockin' balenci, yeah, on my feet Walk out and say, yeah Driftin' lean, lickin' my thing, doin' same, yeah I don't know why, money ain't even gettin' me high Feelin' like Travis Scott is gettin' me Yeah, hit with my boy Gio right now Hit the beat Rollin' off the molly, bitch I'm rollin', rollin', rollin And I'm rollin' off this bitch, yeah I'm rollin', rollin', rollin I ain't f*ck with these hoes, they Rollin', rollin', rollin If you trust a soul, they might stab you in the back, yo bitch Just linked for free, and she Rollin', rollin', rollin We off this molly bitch We Rollin', rollin', rollin