Roll My Weed

Lyrics

[Intro: Don Q] Yeah She gon' roll my weed and she gon' pour me up Valet, where my key? Nigga don't hold me up [Chorus: Don Q] 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) [Verse 1: Don Q] I know she love the demeanor (yeah), I blew 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 by the cleaners (yeah) My dream was to get me 100 chains, and pull up and jump out of beamers (yeah, uh) Look at the stats, we the ones that put the hood on the map (yeah) Most of you couldn't adapt, we started the label and built it from scratch They sit and wait for the hood to collapse That's on my waist got it fully attached (fully attached) Aim at his face watch his hoodie detach If one of our names get put in a rap, nigga [Chorus: Don Q] 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) [Verse 2: Jay Critch] Yo Don 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 nigga 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 ain't gettin' money, you slow as fuck You should just give up just tell 'em forget it My wrist is the X Games, diamonds they shredded And she got a head start, she can go sleddin' How you had 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 [Verse 3: Don Q] Still be surprised when I look where I'm headed Fuck a blogger I'm a crook and they read it Red bottoms got me hooked, it's a fetish They know who poppin', they just 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 [Chorus: Don Q] 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)