Rollin’ (Stickygreen Treemix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane sample] Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks We ain't slept in weeks, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, ro-, rollin, rollin (Block Beattaz) [Chorus: Gucci Mane sample] Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks We ain't slept in weeks [Interlude: Big Sean] Yeah, (Stickygreen) Finally famous nigga What up my nigga Gumbo?, yeah Be wise [?], you already know what it is Real music in this bitch Boogie, ayy [?], [?], ayy Ayy, look, ayy [Verse 1: Jackie Chain] Poppin-poppin bottles, keep 'em pouring, how we rolling? VIP It's Jackie Chain (Who the man?) Everybody know it's me I keep myself surrounded by some dime pieces every night Tall and-tall and short, th-thick and skinny, Black and white, e-evеry type K-Keep 'em coming, ain't no secrеt, if she with it, she can get it But just wait, give me a minute 'C-'Cause right now, the room is spinning Pouring juice to kick it in, rolling blunts and kicking-kicking it Music bumping—ain't it something how it get the [?] Feel the bass it's beating hard against her body, make her horny Guess she heard I keep them Skittles That's why she be all up on me Five purp-purp, and I still ain't high, roll up Ten-pack of pills, halfway gone, I'm about to (Throw up) Throwing up, its all good–that just kick my buzz in Throwing up, its all good–that just kick my buzz in On the couch, loving the way these girls back-rubbing Throwing up, its all good–that just kick my buzz in On the couch, loving the way these girls back-rubbing Blowing on them Sweets, and your boy about to peak I've been rollin, rollin, rollin, I ain't slept in weeks-weeks-weeks [Chorus: Gucci Mane sample & Kid Cudi] Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, slept-slept weeks-weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Oh, oh-oh) Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Oh, oh-oh) Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks [Verse 2 Kid Cudi] Word... I can't feel the left side of my face Stressful thoughts have been replaced with Henny and coke and Jager, man Jackie told me pump my brakes, I told him, "Pass me something to pop" Told me-told me not to smoke my weed, I— I should listen, I can't stop Grabbing models by the arm, I tell 'em to fuck with Moonman They don't even trip on my aggression, they just take my-take my hand Then they open up and say, "Do you want to play with me?" I-I-I-I say, "Baby I'm all about it, my hotel is down the street" This is kind of how it is when you living young and fast Management is playing loud, bitches shaking, shaking ass Zuli try and pass the blunt, I told him that I'ma have to pass 'Cause if I decide to smoke it, I-I will float to leaner But, my man, is that so bad? Different from reality I try and tell my nigga, man, whiskey, hope my mom mad-mad at me My lifestyle is a wild life with style, my brain-my brain on drugs I won't stop until I'm numb, telling myself the night is young [Chorus: Gucci Mane sample, Kid Cudi, & Big Sean] Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Young, young, yeah) Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Finally famous) Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin we ain't slept in weeks (Yeah) Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Hell yeah, nigga, rollin') Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Finally famous) Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks [Verse 3: Big Sean] Ass shake, ass shake Yeah, I like that ass shake Y'all bitches gon' show me love I know ya'll hoes ain't that fake A real G, believe that Feelin' like Outkast I'm already big, now I'm finna be on 3 stacks She on that superman, blue and red cop car She on that superman, blue and red cop- She on that superman, blue and red cop car Can't sing a lick, now she finna be a pop star, pop off And I can't feel shit my dick-my dick in your bitch So guess what, there's only one thing left to pop off Feelin' like a vegetable, with sexy-sexy-sexy clothes They best dressed, yeah I guess they recognize who they dressin' for She step in the hall to call her man and just-and just at home But my hotel is Valentines, all you see is X and O's And I can't feel my cardio Motha fuckas walkin' in with shrooms, now I'm finna Mari-Mario Man I'm livin' with these niggas, fantasizin' life And I'm prayin' that I make it through the night 'Cause a nigga straight rollin' [Chorus: Gucci Mane sample, & Big Sean] Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Hell yeah, nigga, rollin') Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Famous-famous, niggas, rollin') Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Yeah) Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Hell yeah, nigga, rollin') Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks (Finally famous, niggas, rollin') Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Rollin, rollin, rollin, we ain't slept in weeks