We Rollin’

By Chinx

On Cocaine Riot 2

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[Verse 1]

My buzz getting bigger

It's growing like a tumor

I'm really a big deal, it ain't a fucking rumor

Keep high, light the room up

They can't help but stare

My heart pump that trill shit, I never dealt with fear

Is he bad or what?

Still catch him bagging up

Rap like they Jeezy but they lines ain't adding up

Fuck he supposed to be, Jesus on a rosary

Drugs, I got this whole shit covered like upholstery

Two model bitches, one did a line

The other popped a E, both of 'em gon' pop for me

If it ain't for the homies, the hoe is not for me

Before you step in the loft, bitch wipe your feet

Yo Fraud, this shit is crazy, it sounds like defeat

The riots still got game and you can die for free

Huh, nigga we low up in them trenches

Came a long way from them courts approaching the benches


[Hook]

We rollin', all of us ride

If a nigga out of line, put my life on the line

Get money all of the time

Keep a nigga out the lime

If I'm lying then I'm flying


[Verse 2]

Right now I'm chasing money, I get with these suckers sharply

Burning up while I'm steaming like a cup of coffee

The sole reason why I can't keep these heifers off me

Fly nigga way before I put them labels on me

I took heed to what the older motherfuckers told me

Fuck if they say we went to school together, they don't know me

I'm into bigger shit, bigger businesses

Bigger Benzes, nigga what the business is?

I been touching grip, moving out them crack houses

Vintage hustler shit, boy I'm so nostalgic

Watch yo lips 'cause the feds might be tapping in

A hundred years for conspiracy of trafficking

Nigga, I'm back again

Fresh like a nigga just came out of the packaging

Posted like what's happening

I'm the hottest motherfucker on the street

You gone have to move the ground to take me off of my feet

[Hook] x2