[Intro: GMO Stax]
(Haha, Dopeman)
(Coach me, Joey)
What up, though?
What up, Jonboi?
Yeah
(Joey)

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Hit a n***a crib with TNT (Boom)
Every day, we lit, I feel like PnB Rock
AR came with a Glock, tote a hundred and thirty shots
Lil' hoes off the CÎROC and we chillin' on the block
Had my last hundred dollars, had to flip that (Nah, for real)
Fell off a couple times, had to get back (No cap)
When it's all designer n***a, you can mix-match
Jay made a killing off them gift wraps (Shh)
Four-five, thirty shots, better get back (Boom)
Bro 'nem'll push your shit back (For real, n***a)
Yeah, we really with that (They is)
If a n***a touch me first, I get my lick back (No cap)

[Chorus: Rocaine & GMO Stax]
Everybody get your roll on
Everybody get your motherfuckin' roll on, what?
Everybody get your roll on
Everybody get your motherfuckin' roll on, n***a
Everybody get your roll on
Everybody, everybody get your roll on
I'm in the party dancin', I got my pole on
I'm in the room with your bitch, ain't got no clothes on

[Verse 2: Damjonboi]
Mmm, n***a, I already hit that bitch
Caught a n***a jumpin' out the whip and tried to flip that bitch
Walkin' out the set with ten bags, we got gifts and shit
Lil' bro like Kobe in the paint, he ain't gon' miss for shit
I tried to play the humble shit, but it ain't work for me
Bossed up on you pussy n***as, now come and work for me
I can't stop gettin' money, who put a curse on me?
Up in Truth throwin' thousands, bitch, come twerk for me
This shit beyond
Fly to Vegas just to gamble (Facts), and drink Dom P
All this shit got ups and downs (Yeah)
Still screamin' 7 Mile (7 Mile)
Ain't hard to find me, bitch

[Chorus: Rocaine & GMO Stax]
Everybody get your roll on
Everybody get your motherfuckin' roll on, what?
Everybody get your roll on
Everybody get your motherfuckin' roll on, n***a
Everybody get your roll on
Everybody, everybody get your roll on
I'm in the party dancin', I got my pole on
I'm in the room with your bitch, ain't got no clothes on
[Outro]
(Rocaine, baby)