Lyrics

You know how we roll
In them Sixties or them fours
Got that beat that be banging
in my Monte Carlo
My shit be knocking
Yeah
Pull up to the light that bitch be rocking
We rocking rocking
rolling rolling
Rocking rocking
Rolling rolling
Yeah yeah yeah

You know how we roll
In them Sixties or them fours
Got that beat that be banging
in my Monte Carlo
My shit be knocking
Yeah
Pull up to the light that bitch be rocking
We rocking rocking
rolling rolling
Rocking rocking
Rolling rolling
Yeah yeah yeah

We rocking we rolling
Roll through the hood and I’m holding
45 on my side
In case these little motherfuckers they wanna get boldened
The chevy’s riding big
26s on that pretty bitch
With a sexy bitch that know how to pitch
Nolan Ryan
That’s my bitch
Qweezy baby
You can just call me amazing
Campostella road I’m blazing
Probably got a trunk full of babies
We rolling out
Diggs Park, Oak Leaf, P.V.,
Pleasant Park, Broad Lawn, Deep Creek
Shay G.
Big Ferrell, my whip clean as shit
Look at my chain
Look at my wrist
Look at that bitch she fabulous
You better wipe her down cause we Gucci down
C.M.G. like Killer Bee
Getting that money like we post to be
Fuck what a pussy nigga think about me
He better stay in his place before they find his face
Pull up to the wake on 28s
Farm Fresh chicken
Paper plates
Bitch ass niggas
Love to hate
It’s ok
It’s alright
Roll through the hood with the Harley bikes
4th of July real loud at night
I might take it back to City Lights
Boy we might turn out your city lights

You know how we roll
In them Sixties or them fours
Got that beat that be banging
in my Monte Carlo
My shit be knocking
Yeah
Pull up to the light that bitch be rocking
We rocking rocking
rolling rolling
Rocking rocking
Rolling rolling
Yeah yeah yeah

You know how I roll
When I pull up to the show
In that black on black boy
Anything goes
My shit be knocking
Yeah
Pull up to the light that bitch be rocking
We rocking rocking
rolling rolling
Rocking rocking
Rolling rolling
Yeah yeah yeah

When I pull up
Trunk knocking
Windows down
Ears popping
Hear me coming from half the block
And as I proceed y’all better take caution
I done came back they stay gossiping
Failure told y’all ain’t no option
I give them hope
These hoes hopeless
I’m on top
But they all topless
Go ahead and talk
My day ain’t right unless y’all talking bout me
I must be doing something right cause y’all keep talking bout me
All about me
Love when they doubt me
I kill it wit a ill sixteen
From my crockpot to the writer’s block
Man it don’t stop getting that guap
Gotta feed my team
At the same time in the future
Push the next line on the Clipse grind
Feel the baseline from the Alpine
Trunk got the funk leave your back with a hump
Better watch the speed bump
Put a crack in your spine
Flow sick so mean
Clean like Iodine
Hang ‘em on a clothesline
Yes it’s my time
Rocking rolling remote controlling
I’m holding something that’ll leave that ass blind
Sailing across the Pacific
Destination go and get it
Inhaling that scientific
No reason to be specific
We live it, get it then split it
Tell ‘em the girl is wit it
Rock with me or you get rolled on
I’m feeling so damn T-Rifik
Oh

You know how we roll
In them Sixties or them fours
Got that beat that be banging
in my Monte Carlo
My shit be knocking
Yeah
Pull up to the light that bitch be rocking
We rocking rocking
rolling rolling
Rocking rocking
Rolling rolling
Yeah