Rollin - Deniro Farrar, Trent the HOOLiGAN

All eyes on me, nigga, shit, I’m feelin' like pot…

They can’t even picture me rollin' though, ha…

(Can you)

Picture me rollin'?

Ridin' and I’m smokin'

(In the) S550 and that bitch prolly stole it, nah nah

You know I’m rollin', .45-totin'

All this cash that I’m foldin'

Niggas hate to see me rollin'

Can you picture me rollin'?

Ridin' and I’m smokin'

Pistol on my lap, bust a nigga head open

I’m precise with the aim, you don’t wanna provoke me

All this kush in my lungs is the reason that I’m chokin'

In this work I be servin', this niggas is so potent

Heard the jackboys lurkin', try to rob me I’m-a murk 'em

With the .40 I’m a surgeon, licking shots and then I’m swervin'

Throwin' work to all my niggas, they catch it like Michael Irvin

And them killers gon' blitz;

nigga, I ain’t never worried

I’m thuggin' it 'til I’m buried, that extendo hold 30

Told mama that I got her, she ain’t gotta worry

Smoke foggin' up my whip, now my vision gettin' blurry

I’m just trying to make it home, cause the police out here lurkin'

Ask me how I bought my whip, bitch you know that I ain’t workin'

You can’t even search my shit, you ain’t even got a warrant

No pussy motherfucker just don’t wanna see me swervin', nah nah…

If you my nigga, I really mean my nigga

Vow to stay the same even if we gettin' bigger

The money comin' in like we got a money printer

And we runnin' through them checks like a motherfuckin' sprinter

I don’t fuck with pussy niggas, stay away from pretenders

Cause niggas be in yo business, wearin' wires with antennas

It won’t hold up in court, like pants with no suspenders

Money don’t grow on trees -- then why the fuck I got these splinters?

And I’m ridin' by my lonely, tryin' to remember --

The days, when my heart wasn’t cold like December

Stolen car;

stolen rims, it don’t even match the vendor

Whippin' dope up with the drill, fans sittin' by the window

And the family fuck you over, guess blood gettin' thinner

In a world full of losers niggas hate when you a winner

So I’m ridin' and I’m smokin', pistol in my lap

Just left my stash house;

now I’m ridin' to the trap, nah nah…

Shady Blaze, bruh, and you know that I’m a schizo

I’m ridin' and I’m smokin', you already know how the shit go

If you niggas wanna beef, we can make that shit official

It’ll be a two-on-one, you versus me with a pistol

Yes nigga I am loaded, so don’t do nothin' stupid

Piss me off, you get the heat;

who’s the next to make me do it?

Wise up in these streets, I ain’t hangin' with nothin' stupid

I ride around with my family, bitch niggas are not included

Deniro, he got the .40, so don’t make my nigga use it

Destination is the money, no way we ain’t gettin' to it

I’m-a be this way forever and what you hear is exclusive

Ya bitin' my style;

fuck around, nigga, and get a tooth chipped

It’s real life, king shit, I’m a fuckin' Raider

If they call this shit the rap game then I’m the top player

Niggas start off with they mamas, now they snitchin' to they neighbors

Then they talkin' to the pigs, next up’s gon' be them mayors

Ain’t nothin' more worse than a motherfuckin' snitch

Kill him and then take his bitch

Tie her up and don’t take her list (?)

Dress the ho up in the rain (?)

Then drop her off with the Crips

I’m a shady nigga;

it’s Greenova, how you picture me now?

Picture me, picture a nigga rollin'… (x3)

Nigga rollin', Greenova…