(Rollin)
(Rollin)
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
It go up and down like a roller coaster
She gonna text me, but I'm gonna ghost her
Paranoid so I got the toaster
Cops they question, I'm like I don't know sir
I don't know not shit bitch
She got me on her wish list
So I wrapped it up and slid it in her box
I guess you can call this Christmas
I don't do no fake mess
Yall playing checkers while I'm playing chess
And if life a game then I play it best
Looking down on you niggas like
Who got next?
Niggas think that they offending me (offending me)
Infinite there ain't no ending me (ending me)
Usually I can see fake through the crowd
But when you up, everyone friendly now
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
And I got
Goals on goals on goals
So I'm doing
Shows on shows on shows
But it get lonely on the road
So I pick up
Hoes on hoes on hoes
You know how it goes in this rap game
Anything goes in this rap game
If you real then it shows in this rap game
Pray the fake get exposed in this rap game
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
Andy the Chef - The Hills Lyrics
Andy the Chef - The Hills Lyrics
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(Rollin)
(Rollin)
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
It go up and down like a roller coaster
She gonna text me, but I'm gonna ghost her
Paranoid so I got the toaster
Cops they question, I'm like I don't know sir
I don't know not shit bitch
She got me on her wish list
So I wrapped it up and slid it in her box
I guess you can call this Christmas
I don't do no fake mess
Yall playing checkers while I'm playing chess
And if life a game then I play it best
Looking down on you niggas like
Who got next?
Niggas think that they offending me (offending me)
Infinite there ain't no ending me (ending me)
Usually I can see fake through the crowd
But when you up, everyone friendly now
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
And I got
Goals on goals on goals
So I'm doing
Shows on shows on shows
But it get lonely on the road
So I pick up
Hoes on hoes on hoes
You know how it goes in this rap game
Anything goes in this rap game
If you real then it shows in this rap game
Pray the fake get exposed in this rap game
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
(Rollin)
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
It go up and down like a roller coaster
She gonna text me, but I'm gonna ghost her
Paranoid so I got the toaster
Cops they question, I'm like I don't know sir
I don't know not shit bitch
She got me on her wish list
So I wrapped it up and slid it in her box
I guess you can call this Christmas
I don't do no fake mess
Yall playing checkers while I'm playing chess
And if life a game then I play it best
Looking down on you niggas like
Who got next?
Niggas think that they offending me (offending me)
Infinite there ain't no ending me (ending me)
Usually I can see fake through the crowd
But when you up, everyone friendly now
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
And I got
Goals on goals on goals
So I'm doing
Shows on shows on shows
But it get lonely on the road
So I pick up
Hoes on hoes on hoes
You know how it goes in this rap game
Anything goes in this rap game
If you real then it shows in this rap game
Pray the fake get exposed in this rap game
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
She wanna do the gang
And I wanna do no titles
I'm rolling through these hills
I'm riding past my rivals
Paranoid, I'm getting chills
Keep my hand up on my rifle
Writer: Andrew Jones
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