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DJ Esco

"Roll Up"

[Intro ]
Esco, Hold Up, I got you mane
It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical, I can tell you that
Ayy, we getting it

[Hook]
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
b*tch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)
I'm always chasin' these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor (mhmm)
I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more
Been f*ckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pus*y was yours

She ain't tell me this pus*y was yours

[Verse 1]
(Ayy) I just popped my hood (hood) and I can't find my motor (motor)
I walked in the bank (bank) like b*tch never mind my odor (my odor)
That's grade A loud I'm blowin (mhmm) I just put my wrist out, it's snowin (snowin)
Its a baby AR I'm totin' (totin'), n*gga try me right now, I'mma show him
Been getting paid since the percolator, you ain't real you a impersonator (n*gga)
I got money so damn old that it ain't even in circulate (yeah)
Hook your ass to a respirator, I was only tryna help you haters
Send my goons to assassinate you, my joint so long I use wrapping paper
Lit, I'm a stoner, met your girl at the club I'mma bone her
You can have that hoe right back, I don't want that b*tch, she a loaner
Used to be hanging on the corner, now a n*gga live on the Billboard
I got more money than I can spend, and a team full of n*ggas that’ll kill for it

[Hook]
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
b*tch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)
I'm always chasin these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor
I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more
Been f*ckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pus*y was yours
Lil' n*gga need to go chill, good thing I had my blower

[Verse 2]
Sixteen zips in the seal, twenty-five hundred tomorrow
Pushin up in a new whip, got wings all on my doors
f*ckin off in Chanel, I done bought the Hermes store up
Rollin' up straight out the zip (smoke) OG all in my bud (kush)
Made my hoe switch ships, b*tch you know I'm the plug
Actavis, Actavis, Actavis, b*tch gotta keep two cups
Mix it up till it turn pink, now about the time we po' up (po' up)
I done been up for a week, now I feel like I'm about to throw up
f*ck around hit my cup (cup) you ain't gon' do nothin but nod (pint)
Ran up on a whole lotta millions (millions) Super done beat those odds (odds)
Hang around a lot of retards, gotta keep the hammer on guard
I'm gonna make it hard for you eat, cause most of you n*ggas y'all frauds

[Hook]
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
b*tch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)
I'm always chasin these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor
I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more
Been f*ckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pus*y was yours
Lil' n*gga need to go chill, good thing I had my blower

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