Roll Up Right Now

Album cover art for "Roll Up Right Now" by Rockie Fresh & Curren$y

Rockie Fresh & Curren$y - Rap

Roll Up Right Now

3 Plays

Duration: 3:10

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh] Rockie be chiefing, maybe I'm tweeking But these rappers just decent, and I look like the coldest Forever I'm focused, the right people know this I went from sleeping on the twin, to nights with the Olsens I know I'm the dopest, though my city seem hopeless Lot of people don't make it, lot of niggas be faking Lot of niggas be dying so my main goal is surviving In the town I'm residing, grinding until I'm resigning You know how we riding, watching out for them sirens Copping kicks for the team, make sure my people stay clean I come step on the scene, Alexander McQueen I am crack, I spit that, turn your girl to a fiend She hit the loud and she lean, she know I be rolling strong It's rocking like the Rolling Stones, she see me in the Rolling Stones We roll up on that right now, light me up and bust me down If they ain't moving with the movement, move the fuck from round [Chorus: Rockie Fresh] I takes some hits, I'm faded bitch Blowing money fast, we ain't saving it One life to live, no fucks to give Blowing loud in the crib, 'bout to do it big Roll up right now, roll up right now Get so high and touch a cloud, roll up right now Roll up right now, roll up right now Get some loud and break it down, roll up right now [Verse 2: Curren$y] I'm riding in some shit only I could design Old school, though, so ahead of my time With every line that I drop, every fashion line that I rock These niggas is catching up late, reset they clocks Daylight saving time, Datejust Rollie winds, only trusting in mine Because we Lifers, the same kind, riders Carbon fibre hood stripes on the Dodge Viper GTS closed courses, professional drivers, track killers Not none of these old regular rap niggas Cause I don't rub elbows with 'em, this room net-worth a hundred million And ain't but three niggas in it, this living isn't it, weed loud Pictures is vivid, televisions is flat, ninety inches Mounted on these walls, this house belong to a dog Holding my weed with my paws, ashing in your bitch drawers Roll up right now Police is pulling up, roll that joint down [Chorus: Rockie Fresh] I takes some hits, I'm faded bitch Blowing money fast, we ain't saving it One life to live, no fucks to give Blowing loud in the crib, 'bout to do it big Roll up right now, roll up right now Get so high and touch a cloud, roll up right now Roll up right now, roll up right now Get some loud and break it down, roll up right now

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Credits

Writers
  • Curren$y
  • Rockie Fresh
  • The Gift