Rock-N-Roll - Killa Kyleon, Boss Hogg Outlawz

Rock and rolling, roll and rock

I got techs AK, 4−4's and Glocks

I got wet and weed, X and drank

And I can get you bricks, when the Mexicans can’t

Think you iller than Killa, gon bet your bank

I’m number one right now, boy you next in rank

Since I hooked up with Slim, I stay at the bank

Like I got a job in it, I ain’t gotta rob in it

I just rob in it, with my cash in hand

While you in the long line, getting cash advance

You come to me begging, I’ma pass your hand

You say your click balling, why you can’t ask your man

But my click keep paper, like school supplies

Keeping bitches on dick, like food to flies

We take niggas bitches, you’ll lose your wives

And if you plexing, then you just might lose your lives

But if you feel me, po' your fo’s up

And if you got some good dro, get it rolled up

I’m the dopeman, I got the block sewed up

You gotta feel me, cause it’s like that

We the Fam nigga, we the Fam nigga

We the Fam nigga, you gotta feel me cause it’s like that