Rolls Royce Umbrella

Lyrics

[Hook] Told her jump out the Rolls With the Rolls Royce umbrella Momma dropped a tear of joy 'Cause her son is so successful Momma dropped a tear for a boy That [?] and got arrested I had to grind out the mud That's why my shoes was always messy Like look how far the youngin' came From posting on the corner with Berettas Kick in your door with big 4 O's Get on the floor, where all the cheddar? If rap don't work then I'ma work the pole a lil extra Vice-Versa; trap don't work Then I'ma hit the 'yo and do it better It's a murder, matter fact Givе me that .30 and that Beretta Swing that block and еmpty clips And put that pussy on a stretcher I told lil homie fuck that shit It's gon' get cold grab a sweater Get some head in a Benz, I'ma fuck her in a Tesla And baby we can go wherever Baby, I'ma have you jiggin' as long as you keep it on the low Baby, I'll shake ya' like some jell-o Had to run it all the way up on another level [Verse 1] Baby let's go spend a bag on some brand new Dapper Dan Could kick around you on some Carters Like the last name of Lil Wayne Tryna' see if I can fit these racks in my Mike Amiri pants I need a cape that's blue and black; the neighbourhood Superman I up that K from the bottom Mac, yeah We gon' kill you and your mans, yeah Let's up and spray right across the tracks With them lil nigga's heavy metal You want me to divorce the streets To marry you to get a marriage, yeah Drippin' from my toe to my head up I know lil Tooley and Pluto the hitters Straight out the pot make it backwards flip Brand new drank off the lot, cost 'bout half a mill' Where I'm at, by the park, when it's time to kill Got me feeling like 'Pac I'm above the rim When I jump off the porch and the thugger [?] Louie turn on the street I'ma bend the rim Up that bitch which a screw, put an end to him Although I had a hurdle like the Wiggin Freestyle this subject like Eminem Forgiato on the tires in my rear view mirrors I sip Promethazine in my new Amiris Had to grind out the gutter with perseverance I let shots out the cutter, don't wanna hear it I don't like my lil brother being on that crip shit He used to post up by the store by himself Whole 'lotta racks i done ran up a mill' ticket Y'all niggas broke tell me what you know 'bout me? [Hook] Told her jump out the Rolls With the Rolls Royce umbrella Momma dropped a tear of joy 'Cause her son is so successful Momma dropped a tear for a boy That [?] and got arrested I had to grind out the mud That's why my shoes was always messy Like look how far the youngin' came From posting on the corner with Berettas Kick in your door with big 4 O's Get on the floor, where all the cheddar? If rap don't work then I'ma work the pole a lil extra Vice-Versa; trap don't work Then I'ma hit the 'yo and do it better It's a murder, matter fact Give me that .30 and that Beretta Swing that block and empty clips And put that pussy on a stretcher I told lil homie fuck that shit It's gon' get cold grab a sweater Get some head in a Benz, I'ma fuck her in a Tesla And baby we can go wherever Baby, I'ma have you jiggin' as long as you keep it on the low Baby, I'll shake ya' like some jell-o Had to run it all the way up on another level [Verse 2] I'm quick to get a nigga whacked