Austin Gibson - Roll Up Lyrics

Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink
Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink
Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink
Roll up, pour up, yea
Before I hit the booth, gotta roll up
Cotton mouth, so I sip Arizonas
Tryna get that paper, no diploma
Cush got the homie layin' in a coma
Do I want a sign? I don't really wanna
I built my own factory, Willy Wonka
And I member days, gettin drunk off Tonka
Yeah that's real nigga vodka
I get what I want, a lot of these niggas is frauds
Wouldn't even f*ck your broad
Wouldn't even smoke your blunt
I don't even call this rap, this art
Yeah, I gotta play my part
Yeah, I gotta play this smart
Won't play the cards that were dealt
All of this pain that I felt
Is what's gonna bring me to wealth
Soul not for sale, but my shit goin' to sell
I know that I'ma excel
I got some people I know, that already livin' in hell
Our words be castin' the spells
Gettin' so close, that even the money is startin' to smell
And I don't even count down the days
I just make the days count now
But still, yeah, still gotta roll up
But I'm done drinkin' low-key
That liquor ain't good for me
I had to set my mind free
I just love hittin' Mary
My niggas told me stop playin
And poured some liquor for me
Like, roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink
Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink
Roll up, pour up, smoke up, drink
Roll up, pour up, smoke up, yeah