Foreva Rollin

Lyrics

[Intro] (FOREVEROLLING) (Lucci, how you feel?) [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Got my mind on a million, while your mind on what bitch I'm fuckin' She don't know I cut a lotta onions I feel comfier where I come up out the dungeon I come from raided spots, softened rocks, flush it Tss, nigga, we don't law abide Bought a foreign just to park that bitch in the garage We turnt off that fetty, can't believe it's butter Can't belive it took a whole 5 I can't snitch on my brothers, kill my family if I testify Could've had a body, but you choked, boy you Papa Doc Damn, boy, that gun a mothafuckin' prop Them lil' ass boys fake gangsta music, that's Kidz Bop Only game I'm playing 2 squares, then you hopscotch I need two pair country grammar, rolling stones spots His mama don't know he smoke meth, he can't close his eyеs That boy, he been up for 10 days, straight how he still alive? Sеnd a hood rat at that boy, hit her with a bribe Pit a bitch too, tuh, leave his brains on her bod' Lil' brother slam doors, and then he break the knives She said she want a rich nigga, uh, I told her open wide [Refrain: BandGang Lonnie Bands & BIG30] We gon' get a spot and roll the mothafuckin' wheels off This shit'd blow your mind if you knew how much these pills cost Can send them boys to slide, uh, tell 'em when you the big dog (Blrrrd) Pop out like surprise, when we see you (Blrrrd, blrrrd) [Verse 2: BIG30] [?] saw a nigga, nah, fuck 'em gotta knock 'em out (fuck 'em) Hop over the fence, and up the score like this shit by the bar (aye, it's fuck 'em) Could've bought a 41 on opps, I'm finna Audemar (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) Posted in the D, I'm on the 6, me and a lot of Glocks I'ma kill all the opps, I just sent a drop to up the score (Murda, murda, murda) Pussy eye done popped out the socket, he seen me up the pole [?] with a switch, a standard clip plus 30 more (Blrrrd) Hit they block with six automatics and we hit 34 (No cap) Fuck you mean your gun jam, un-jam and get to firin', bitch (Blrrrd) You ain't tryna take a soul, stop punkin', you a lyin' bitch Choppa Gang merch for members only, I designed it (Members) I drink this shit up by the four, your nigga pourin' lines, bitch (Broke ass nigga) [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] [?] Captain Cruch off that flake, this that Kellog This a whole four times eight, turn that scale off I done scammed a whole 50 states, call me Madoff I done fed this bitch a nose plate, and tell her blast off I can't wait to shoot the fully when it's cast off Them nigga gotta feel me, I'ma do it with my mask off You know we playin' ball when we in that stolen Trackhawk Leave the phones at home, boy, it's time to catch a Randy Moss Hit me on my flippy, not no tele, ain't the black market Everybody talkin' fetty, you ain't shit but Ghazi rap artist, tuh You and me made me the main target I been gettin' it OT since been scammin' all them games at Target Turn a town of a population a thousand to a gold mine Comma, comma, dot just off a turn around 4 times 24 hours straight, I actually enjoy this ride 36 hours straight, hit, they headed hometown, huh I'm on I-80 bangin' street Laurline I just smoked 2 pack of bigs, I need to slow it down, huh Fuckin' my lungs up, the realest like I'm papa sellin' blow like I'm George Jung [Outro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] We gon get a spot, and roll that motherfucking wheels off Shit'd blow your mind, if you knew how much these pills cost We gon' get a spot and roll the mothafuckin' wheels off