Man, ya niggas probly think I'm on that white boy wasted shit
Man, I ain't even tryna be on that white boy wasted shit
I'm tryna be on that, you know
Every race get fuckin' wasted shit
Nick Nasty!
[Verse 1: Nick Eliscu]
Man, we just rolled up a fat ass L
Me and my niggas, yeah we smoke that shit
But we will never sell
And you probably think I'm going to hell
But the world's about to end so only time will tell
Shit, the cops just buzzed my apartment
Man, what the fuck, we gotta hide all our shit
Now they're trying to send us to bookings
These bitches, they're all tripping
They just keep on looking
And they're
[Hook]
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling
And they're rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling
While I'm zoning, zoning, zoning, zoning
Zoning, zoning, zoning
And they're rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling
[Verse 2: Nick Eliscu]
This that shit you wanna pop your ass to
Girl, where you going?
I like your tramp stamp, I mean tattoo
Shit, I caught you in a bad mood
Nick Nasty, that's the movement
One day I'll be international
I know they say go hard or go home
But tonight everybody is out of control [x2]
And they're
[Hook]
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, Rolling
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling
And they're rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling
While I'm zoning, zoning, zoning, zoning
Zoning, zoning, zoning
And they're rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling
[Verse 3: Nick Eliscu]
Never thought I'd see the day
Where these bitches more fucked up than me
Bitches getting lit up, dicked up
While rolling on that MDMA
Damn girl, I know you're tripping
Me and the team, we just caught you slipping
Ready for the fast life, we're on a mission
Truthfully, there's no competition
[Verse 4: JJ Singleton]
These bitches rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling
My niggas zoning, zoning
It steady flowing, flowing
Your bitch be moaning and groaning
She say my dick is so holy
All that weed she be blowing
I'm taking off her clothing
I'm the shit and she know it
I'm too real, ain't no [?]
Got that [?] reloaded
While you lost and you goin' in
I'm steady makin' hits
Beat it up like Chris, you ain't fuckin' with this
Your girl says its bliss
When I'm with her, ain't a kidder
Got the moves like a stripper
And you know I ain't a quitter
Won't stop until I get her
Tell the truth, ain't no fibber
We the youth, we the liquor
In the booth, I'm a spitter
Listen to me, I'm a winner
[End Hook: JJ Singleton]
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
While I'm zoning, zoning, I'm zoning, zoning
They're rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
While I'm zoning, zoning, they zoning, zoning
These bitches rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
While I'm zoning, zoning, zoning, zoning, zoning, zoning
These bitches rolling, rolling, while I'm zoning, zoning
These bithces rolling, rolling, while I'm zoning, zoning
Nigga, woo!
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
I'm fucked up
