Roll My Weed - Don Q, Jay Critch

Yeah

She gon' roll my weed and she gon' pour me up

Valet, where my key?

Nigga don’t hold me up

She gon' roll my weed (yeah), she gon' pour me up (yeah)

Valet where my key?

(yeah) Please don’t hold me up (yeah)

All I know is speed (yeah), bitch tryna slow me up (yeah)

I’m goin' overseas, call a PJ and come load me up (yeah)

I know she love the demeanor (yeah), I blow a dub when I seen her (yeah)

I know these bitches be runnin' game, so I know what’s up when I meet 'em (yeah)

Young nigga I used to jump the train

And we used to pump at the cleaners (yeah)

My dream was to get 100 chains, and pull up and jump out and jump out of

beamers (yeah, uh)

Yeah look at the stats, we the ones who put the hood on the map (yeah)

Most of you couldn’t adapt, you start at and built if from scratch

They sayin' wait for the hood to collapse

on my waist come with fully attached (fully attached)

Aim at his face watch his hoodie detach

No wonder our names get put in no raps, ni99a

She gon' roll my weed (yeah), she gon' pour me up (yeah)

Valet, where my key?

(yeah), please don’t hold me up (yeah)

All I know is speed (yeah), bitch I’m a slow (yeah)

I’m goin' overseas, call a PJ and come load me up (yeah)

There’s way too much cash in the room

Call the Brinks truck and tell them to load it up

I been scorin', that’s a hole-in-one

With the jewelry on, a ni99a cold as fuck

I was inside of the Bentley truck, I was rollin' up and they notice us

She keeps on tryna hop in with us and she wanna cup, so I poured it up

You not gettin' money, you slow as fuck

She just give up

My wrist the X Games my, diamonds they shredded

She got a head start, she can go sleddin'

How you get a head start still got no credit?

The first thing I learned in the hood was to get it

With spikes on it, bottom’s red like spaghetti

Still be surprised when I look at the debit

Still be surprised when I look where I’m headed

Fuck a I’m a crook and they it

Red bottoms got me hooked, it’s a fetish

They know who popped him, they couldn’t accept it

My hood ain’t neglected, they know where we at

You plannin' on slidin', I wouldn’t suggest it

The homies was sayin' I shouldn’t address it

The police watchin' but couldn’t connect it

She gon' roll my weed (yeah), she gon' pour me up (yeah)

Valet, where my key?

(yeah) Please don’t hold me up (yeah)

All I know is speed (yeah), bitch tryna slow me up (yeah)

I’m goin' overseas, call a PJ and come load me up (yeah)