Rollin'

Top shotta, No ain't no don dada Yeah yeah yeah I punch the line, tell lil draco what he said now No we do play with them drakes, we catch the bread round (Brrr Brrr) Shoot a 100 rounds, across the street we get the bustin' down Zip him for that shit, know what he did no time to pray now I phone your line tell your hittas that you a bad child On the city block playing my shooters bitch you mad now My g don’t milly rock (Milly Rock), he get it bad, bitch we bust down Say what he said that’s on my momma, I Get you put down (I get you put down) Put him down that’s on my granny in the grave now No we don’t play now, chopper get the sprayin' now (Grrr) Bust your head (Bust it), No hit the wood before you down now Oh it’s a murda, get him shooting for the bag now (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Oh it’s a murda, know what he said (What) Shoot him in the head (Bow), I zip him yeah (Zip 'em) We bustin' like you scared (Scared boy), I shoot him dead (Shoot 'em) Chalk around his body, blood bangin' out your head (Blood bangin') You see that blood bangin' , we get swingin' with them Dracos No do him bad with that pressure what he said tho We don’t milly rock, we get to playin' with your bitch tho Hundred round on shots, stand back you better lay low I punch the line, tell lil draco what he said now No we do play with them drakes, we catch the bread round (Brrr Brrr) Shoot a 100 rounds, across the street we get the bustin' down Zip him for that shit, know what he did no time to pray now I phone your line tell your hittas that you a bad child On the city block playing my shooters bitch you mad now My g don’t milly rock (Milly Rock), he get it bad, bitch we bust down Say what he said that’s on my momma, I Get you put down (I get you put down) Got me trippin' got me tweakin' on the edge now Hit him with a bust down, no we don’t play now 38 my shoota he get busy with bitch now Lean up in my cup it got me runnin' for the touch down Bust down, yeah you be playin' with my boys now See the Beema through the window better get down Smokin' by the pound (Pound), I lay you down (Down) Thinkin' bout a murda (Murda), I shoot you down (Down) Beema goin' fast it ain’t no stoppin' (No no) Get the chopper out (Yeah yeah), It get to choppin' We get the droppin', We get the poppin' Playin' with my gang boy you know we get to moppin' (we get the moppin') I punch the line, tell lil draco what he said now No we do play with them drakes, we catch the bread round (Brrr Brrr) Shoot a 100 rounds, across the street we get the bustin' down Zip him for that shit, know what he did no time to pray now I phone your line tell your hittas that you a bad child On the city block playing my shooters bitch you mad now My g don’t milly rock (Milly Rock), he get it bad, bitch we bust down Say what he said that’s on my momma, I Get you put down (I get you put down) Top shotta