Trae Tha Truth - Rollin lyrics

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[Intro]

It’s another 48, huh?

A’ight, think it’s time

I gots

[Hook x2]

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

[Verse 1]

I’m rollin’ in the slab and I still look good

Throwin’ up the worst and makin’ bad for my hood

Tell ‘em I ain’t trippin’

If I had to jump lit his ass

Played hard flicks and leave a player throwin’ real toe

I’m just glad I’m coasted, everything slow motion

10 thousand dollar paint got me where is the ocean

Sailing through the city in the swag of emotion

Everything get dropped when they see it approaching

I’mma do it like pat HA, Dub k

Then there represent twin towers then Dre

Can’t forget about Scrooge, yea nigga we the shit

And they tell you see me, tell them they screwed up big

[Hook x2]

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

[Verse 2]

Uh I’m rollin, nigga I’m pullin’

Paper tags and the damn thing’s stolen

Bunch of niggas waiting on The Truth to fall off

I’m a full time jock til I’m called off

I keep bangin’ the pick with the trunk up

And got that bang in the back if you fuck up

I see you niggas steady watching me

Don’t watch me, bitch you can’t stop me

I don’t get mad, I just get bread

I don’t fall in love, I just get head

I represent it for the city, mud list

That’s for the north and the south, I’m south west

[Hook x2]

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

[Verse 3]

Top let down, man hold up

Monday breaking night got my pocket swole up

Glass look amazing every time I roll up

Trae hotter than the summer but the Rollie froze up

Hoes all on me so I guess I’m chose up

You can tell I’m going in the way I let the doors up

Face goes down when her ass goes up

If she opened up, I ain’t beat it til she closed up

Slow live bangin’ while I’m slidin’ my snail

Trunk hit north like Pacquiao jam

H Town Texas nigga you know how it goes

Get money, bitch I’m ballin’ with the pros

[Hook x2]

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

Rollin’ dine the slab and I still look good

Rollin’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood