Roll Up
Problem Lyrics

Compton, California
It's well known, I get it crackin', though
I already run my town
It's time to take it national
Real is all I ever speak
Every quote is factual
Lick between my girly's legs
She's 'bout to cum, she grab my 'fro Serving balls like McEnroe - cheese
I need no macaro' play me like a Fruity Pop
Goons I'll pop that cantaloupe
When OT I go OD - it's
Two things that I'm gon' need:
A pack of bougie ghetto bitches and
A pound of fire weed
That'll have me adios, gang of boos
Apollo show fuck 'em like I love 'em then
I dip back to the barrio
Money spinning like a wheel
It's cool cause every day I earn
No one's higher, forest fire
Check all the tree I burn
Chachi Mr maserati, J full of that kamikaze
Pop your hottie off a molly
While cheesin' for paparazzi never sloppy
Always cool you you the type that always lose
Always makin' money songs when yours
As short as interludes
Ask your ho, I've been the
Dude b-bend the truth, never fake
Never hate - used to have to bend
The rules to get my cake
Now I don't, now I'm straight
- but my bitches ain't, though
Every day's a celebration - Diamond Lane
It's Separation i'm just ridin' 'round with
My niggas smokin' weed
Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smokin' weed
Handlin' most my business while
I'm smokin' weed
Only the realest of the realest
Get to smoke with me
So roll up (roll up, roll up)
Go 'head, bro, roll up (roll up)
Bitch, you wanna smoke, you'd better roll up
(Roll up, roll up)
Go 'head and roll up (roll up)
Or get the fuck from 'round me, pussy!

I got an O of bubble kush
Finna roll that shit
Dirty Sprite, 2 litre, I'ma po'that shit
Got a bad bitch with me with
A bad bitch with her
They back that ass, I throw that D
Not bullshit, and I'm dead seer
All I wanna do is get bread here
Took her back to the condo
I didn't wan' fuck her
No sir, all I do is get head here
Hydro smoke all in the air
Ten bad bitches, big derrieres
Pretty toes, pretty titties
Known millionaire the Louis duffel
I can fit about ten in there
And what the fuck I care about
If I offend a square?
Up your ass, shove your opinion there
Nigga, you lookin' at a self made millionaire
Lil' nigga, but I walk like a grizzly bear
Okay, don't get it fucked up
We with this shit
What you rap 'bout, we did the shit
Remember standing in the trap, I had 50 nicks
Six months, came up, I had 50 bricks
100K looked like a meal ticket
Back in the day
Look at me know, I could double
Triple that in a day
And that ain't some shit a
Nigga just happen to say
Literally, I'm tryna let you
Know what happened today
G4 touch down, Bentley pull 'round
Hopped in the back seat, her head went down
While I roll one up, double my cup
Pour up drink 'til I throw up
Everybody know I don't give no fuck
I'm rich, you don't like me? So what?
I'm drop-top riding, my Westside up
Hustle Gang in this bitch, nigga, get with us

A lot of y'all got Snoopy
Dogg on y'all bucket list
You wanna smoke a bleeze? You
Wanna bust a flig?
I've got no problem with it - my nigs
Just make it quick
I'm tryna lay low, hey ho
As I stay low in your bitch
She couldn't roll a blunt 'til I taught
The ho and now she's a pro
Easy though to freeze a ho
Pleasable and feasible
Scary thing, that Mary Jane
Gon' do her thing no matter what
Get gat 'em up, tizatted up
- it's bad enough, next batter up
Dreaded up, breaded up - connect the dots
Set it up we blow 'til you can't get enough
Like "give that up, " don't give a fuck
Rules I bend 'em, hoes I break 'em
Take they mind and in time reshape 'em
Once I got 'em, shoot 'em, shot 'em
Now the bitch is my new assistant
Lookin' good, steady twistin'
Exercise to maximize
Minimize my bottom, Problem
Let me tell you what I'm gon' do
Diamond Lane, comin' through
Sell a pound, maybe two




In the red, in the blue
Smokin' green like "what it do?"