Released on April 18, 2025

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[Intro]

(The Lunch Crew Company)

Y'ello

(KD, why do people call you KD?)

Big lunch crew in this bitch, man, I'm feelin', I'm feelin'

Great, I just got over COVID

Let's go, look


[Verse 1]

Wock' in my system, this pop got me twisted

Brought crack to the hood, now my pops a victim

Young nigga's broke as fuck, but he gon' pop him a pistol

Wanna live to see my kids, got me poppin' Ozempic

Sell drugs, make money, or it's pimpin'

Done showing niggas love, I want my money back with interest

Me and PG bustdown a nine of Wock' down the middle

For that last lil' line, we gotta rock, paper, scissors

Monti told me ice my neck for motivation

Give 'em another fuckin' reason just to hate me

But I need apartment buildings, warehouses, rental paper

Diamonds ain't worth shit, just look good when you basic

Invest ten million in S&P 500

I told Gizzle 20K a booking, bitch, or I ain't coming

Dope cheap, get it straight off the brick for like nine hundred

Off a Perc' 15 in that coochie, baby, I ain't cumming

Told my kids I ain't stopping 'til my soul gone

Bitch pretty as hell, but snort powder, that's my snow cone

If my album drop and it flop and it don't go gold

It's back to the post office, get my motherfuckin' roll on


[Chorus]

Get your roll on

Nigga, get your roll on (On God)

Get your roll on (See, the difference 'tween me and you niggas)

Nigga, get your roll on (Is that)

Get your roll on (I never lost myself for this shit, I always did it for me)

Nigga, get your roll on

Get your roll on (And if all fails, it's back to the post office, fuck it)

Nigga, get your roll on (Y'ello)


[Verse 2]

My granny daughter know she birthed a solid nigga

Was white tees and trunks, but I'll rock some Prada with you

I never met a good leader, I could never follow niggas

Baby greedy than a bitch, I'll split a dollar with you

On God, it ain't nothin' but facts

Told my bitch take whatever, it ain't nothin' but racks

Had this shit on lock in 2020, had to run it back

Pulled up with a fake pint of Trish, what the fuck is that?


[Chorus]

Get your roll on

Nigga, get your roll on

Get your roll on

Nigga, get your roll on

Get your roll on

Nigga, get your roll on

Get your roll on

Nigga, get your roll on


[Outro]

(The Lunch Crew Company)