Youre Not Rolling by K1 N15 Lyrics
[Intro]
You're not rolling
Hey GK tell them they're not rolling
They're not rolling
Tell them they're not rolling
This guy
(I love Chris Rich)
[Chorus]
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun (hey come here)
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (no way)
Got about four bells left in this gun (I do)
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbеd (baow baow)
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 platе whips like Yala (hey come here)
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
[Verse 1]
Hey
Ask *** what I do
Ask *** what I do (what I do)
Ask *** what I do (what I do)
Cah I come to their strip and make em leave there crew
Nigga get shanked with they're boo (they're boo)
Not me nigga you (you)
You don't wanna buck repo gang
That's home invasions take mans food (oi take that)
I'm taking the lot
Where's the scales I'm bagging up prof (prof)
Don't talk on what happened at tops
That's dead
The gang needs to cop a new top (new top, new top)
It's burgundy not red
You heard what I said
Piru shit to the end (to the end)
It's burgundy not red
You heard what I said
I'm on a one-five flick to the end (one-five, one-five), that's gang
[Chorus]
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun (hey come here)
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (hey come here)
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
[Verse 2]
You're not rollin darling
Cah can't really roll with skets (nah I can't)
Two fingers up like fuck da met (fuck dem)
This dumb bitch on the phone
Tryna tease me like I ain't banned from LDN (silly bitch)
We got grub, money, skengs
Empty that crop till there's nothing left (left)
If there's baby's what do we look like
Man ain't no - I ain't touching them (no way)
More time wid the Gs and we uptown
Couple bad bs uno how it gets (true)
Jaysav in the bathroom getting neck
Mans high off balloons while getting head (ha ha)
You're not rolling you heard what I said
Can't be onto man if you don't pose a threat (you can't)
Suce ta maman suck your mum in French
We can't leave till there's nothing left (you dickhead)
Was a young yute when slates got stretched
Pedal bikes trips that was kway back then (back then)
More time it's a rents or a ding dong
What man use to lurk on gems (where they at)
Two fingers up to all the alibis who give man stress (fuck you)
But gang got love for all the bad bs who give neck (we do, we do)
You jezz
You're not rolling, get out the function
I might feel nice and let in your friends
Dumb bitch keep acting get out the Benz
Best tighten your weave cah you're losing your head (silly bitch)
You're losing your head
Best tighten your weave you're losing your head
Silly bitch (ha ha)
[Chorus]
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (hey come here)
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
[Outro]
Nah, you're not rolling hun
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun (I love Chris Rich)
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed
You're not rolling
Hey GK tell them they're not rolling
They're not rolling
Tell them they're not rolling
This guy
(I love Chris Rich)
[Chorus]
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun (hey come here)
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (no way)
Got about four bells left in this gun (I do)
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbеd (baow baow)
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 platе whips like Yala (hey come here)
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
[Verse 1]
Hey
Ask *** what I do
Ask *** what I do (what I do)
Ask *** what I do (what I do)
Cah I come to their strip and make em leave there crew
Nigga get shanked with they're boo (they're boo)
Not me nigga you (you)
You don't wanna buck repo gang
That's home invasions take mans food (oi take that)
I'm taking the lot
Where's the scales I'm bagging up prof (prof)
Don't talk on what happened at tops
That's dead
The gang needs to cop a new top (new top, new top)
It's burgundy not red
You heard what I said
Piru shit to the end (to the end)
It's burgundy not red
You heard what I said
I'm on a one-five flick to the end (one-five, one-five), that's gang
[Chorus]
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun (hey come here)
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (hey come here)
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
[Verse 2]
You're not rollin darling
Cah can't really roll with skets (nah I can't)
Two fingers up like fuck da met (fuck dem)
This dumb bitch on the phone
Tryna tease me like I ain't banned from LDN (silly bitch)
We got grub, money, skengs
Empty that crop till there's nothing left (left)
If there's baby's what do we look like
Man ain't no - I ain't touching them (no way)
More time wid the Gs and we uptown
Couple bad bs uno how it gets (true)
Jaysav in the bathroom getting neck
Mans high off balloons while getting head (ha ha)
You're not rolling you heard what I said
Can't be onto man if you don't pose a threat (you can't)
Suce ta maman suck your mum in French
We can't leave till there's nothing left (you dickhead)
Was a young yute when slates got stretched
Pedal bikes trips that was kway back then (back then)
More time it's a rents or a ding dong
What man use to lurk on gems (where they at)
Two fingers up to all the alibis who give man stress (fuck you)
But gang got love for all the bad bs who give neck (we do, we do)
You jezz
You're not rolling, get out the function
I might feel nice and let in your friends
Dumb bitch keep acting get out the Benz
Best tighten your weave cah you're losing your head (silly bitch)
You're losing your head
Best tighten your weave you're losing your head
Silly bitch (ha ha)
[Chorus]
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
Nah, you're not rolling hun (you're not)
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (hey come here)
Come on my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)
[Outro]
Nah, you're not rolling hun
We pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala
Come on my boy we do it for fun (I love Chris Rich)
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love
Got about four bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed