Im Rolling by Eside Shawty Lyrics
[Hook]
A thousand bricks of mid on a 18 wheeler tractor truck
Plays on a hundred In The hood bitch I'm pulling up
Turn a half into a whole rolling like a rolling stone
Trapping out a mobile home juugin off my mobile phone
[x16]
I'm Rollin I'm Rollin
[Verse 1]
I'm rollin through my neighborhood, Big Youngsta hit me on my cell
Like bitch I hear you got the bells, Cuz you know I got them squares
Shout out to my plug he keep me on top of shit
And shout out to this chopper, try and stop me Ima pop a bitch
I came up off gas bags and pounds of mid, fast cash
I'm Jay Z, you Dame Dash, another nigga dat ain't last
20 bricks of strong stashed in my lil brother room
Shit was stankin he couldn't take it, had to use another room
I swear I'm tired of buying scales, I ain't fuking wit the mail
Smokers chasing after me, I ain't chasing after sales
I got bricks on bricks on bricks, I got licks on licks on licks
I'm a rapper wit a buzz, still trappin like a bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I been juugin and finessing, Tryna make me a play
In the kitchen with my niggas, they been whipping a cake
I'm in traffic in a charger, I hope cuz beat the charges
Got that lighting like da Chargers, I'ma fool with them revolvers
Riding in a junkie bucket, I'm Rollin I'm Rollin
The tags they stolen, the narcs they scoping
Crumbs all in my seat, I got bricks stashed in the beat
I make they ass come to the East if they want spend money with me
My flip phone my lick phone, in 2 days that shit gone
Trap jumpin I'm up, I ain't laying down till the shit gone
My shit look the nicest plus they can't beat my prices
I been goin hard nightly in traffic without a license
[Hook]
A thousand bricks of mid on a 18 wheeler tractor truck
Plays on a hundred In The hood bitch I'm pulling up
Turn a half into a whole rolling like a rolling stone
Trapping out a mobile home juugin off my mobile phone
[x16]
I'm Rollin I'm Rollin
[Verse 1]
I'm rollin through my neighborhood, Big Youngsta hit me on my cell
Like bitch I hear you got the bells, Cuz you know I got them squares
Shout out to my plug he keep me on top of shit
And shout out to this chopper, try and stop me Ima pop a bitch
I came up off gas bags and pounds of mid, fast cash
I'm Jay Z, you Dame Dash, another nigga dat ain't last
20 bricks of strong stashed in my lil brother room
Shit was stankin he couldn't take it, had to use another room
I swear I'm tired of buying scales, I ain't fuking wit the mail
Smokers chasing after me, I ain't chasing after sales
I got bricks on bricks on bricks, I got licks on licks on licks
I'm a rapper wit a buzz, still trappin like a bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I been juugin and finessing, Tryna make me a play
In the kitchen with my niggas, they been whipping a cake
I'm in traffic in a charger, I hope cuz beat the charges
Got that lighting like da Chargers, I'ma fool with them revolvers
Riding in a junkie bucket, I'm Rollin I'm Rollin
The tags they stolen, the narcs they scoping
Crumbs all in my seat, I got bricks stashed in the beat
I make they ass come to the East if they want spend money with me
My flip phone my lick phone, in 2 days that shit gone
Trap jumpin I'm up, I ain't laying down till the shit gone
My shit look the nicest plus they can't beat my prices
I been goin hard nightly in traffic without a license
[Hook]