Ha, ha, ha, ha
J.O.B nigga
Aye, aye
He got the feeling of a pistol and he still trippin'
Wok up in a Fanta and it feel different so he still sippin'
Caught a body, love the feeling now he still killin'
F*ck them crackers, man they gave my dawg a long sentence
Man I'm salty, wish my nigga would've thought different
Niggas be yo niggas, hit the quarters then they start snitching
Can't let a nigga take my life, that's why I walk wit it
Riding with this Glick, we see the feds it ain't no parkin' it
And lately nigga, I ain't really feeling shit
Tryin' focus on the pros and get my mama out this bitch
You think sliding til' I'm blasting through the tint
I was rollin' off the doadie, Cort was rollin' off the Fifth
You can't blow down on my niggas ima intervene
Freak bitch throw it back, I told "Let me see what's in between"
Don't do no perkies but you might catch me sippin' on some Lean
Told a pussy nigga this ain't that
And this ain't what it seems
All my bruddas be on go just like the color green
Bitches be too ratted, suck yo dick and then they f*ck the team
Have you ever saw nigga and he made a scene?
Told em' let me bust a move
And he ain't budge, it's pussy in his genes
I up the Smithy if I feel I'm gettin' crowded
Niggas diss a set and click back up, I can't allow it
My niggas waiting, watching time up the county
Racks over yo head and watch my dawg collect the bounty
He got the feeling of a pistol and he still trippin'
Wok up in a Fanta and it feel different so he still sippin'
Caught a body, love the feeling now he still killin'
F*ck them crackers, man they gave my dawg a long sentence
Man I'm salty, wish my nigga would've thought different
Niggas be yo niggas, hit the quarters then they start snitching
Can't let a nigga take my life, that's why I walk wit it
Riding with this Glick, we see the feds it ain't no parkin' it
EBK Booka - Time to Rollout Lyrics
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Ha, ha, ha, ha
J.O.B nigga
Aye, aye
He got the feeling of a pistol and he still trippin'
Wok up in a Fanta and it feel different so he still sippin'
Caught a body, love the feeling now he still killin'
F*ck them crackers, man they gave my dawg a long sentence
Man I'm salty, wish my nigga would've thought different
Niggas be yo niggas, hit the quarters then they start snitching
Can't let a nigga take my life, that's why I walk wit it
Riding with this Glick, we see the feds it ain't no parkin' it
And lately nigga, I ain't really feeling shit
Tryin' focus on the pros and get my mama out this bitch
You think sliding til' I'm blasting through the tint
I was rollin' off the doadie, Cort was rollin' off the Fifth
You can't blow down on my niggas ima intervene
Freak bitch throw it back, I told "Let me see what's in between"
Don't do no perkies but you might catch me sippin' on some Lean
Told a pussy nigga this ain't that
And this ain't what it seems
All my bruddas be on go just like the color green
Bitches be too ratted, suck yo dick and then they f*ck the team
Have you ever saw nigga and he made a scene?
Told em' let me bust a move
And he ain't budge, it's pussy in his genes
I up the Smithy if I feel I'm gettin' crowded
Niggas diss a set and click back up, I can't allow it
My niggas waiting, watching time up the county
Racks over yo head and watch my dawg collect the bounty
He got the feeling of a pistol and he still trippin'
Wok up in a Fanta and it feel different so he still sippin'
Caught a body, love the feeling now he still killin'
F*ck them crackers, man they gave my dawg a long sentence
Man I'm salty, wish my nigga would've thought different
Niggas be yo niggas, hit the quarters then they start snitching
Can't let a nigga take my life, that's why I walk wit it
Riding with this Glick, we see the feds it ain't no parkin' it
J.O.B nigga
Aye, aye
He got the feeling of a pistol and he still trippin'
Wok up in a Fanta and it feel different so he still sippin'
Caught a body, love the feeling now he still killin'
F*ck them crackers, man they gave my dawg a long sentence
Man I'm salty, wish my nigga would've thought different
Niggas be yo niggas, hit the quarters then they start snitching
Can't let a nigga take my life, that's why I walk wit it
Riding with this Glick, we see the feds it ain't no parkin' it
And lately nigga, I ain't really feeling shit
Tryin' focus on the pros and get my mama out this bitch
You think sliding til' I'm blasting through the tint
I was rollin' off the doadie, Cort was rollin' off the Fifth
You can't blow down on my niggas ima intervene
Freak bitch throw it back, I told "Let me see what's in between"
Don't do no perkies but you might catch me sippin' on some Lean
Told a pussy nigga this ain't that
And this ain't what it seems
All my bruddas be on go just like the color green
Bitches be too ratted, suck yo dick and then they f*ck the team
Have you ever saw nigga and he made a scene?
Told em' let me bust a move
And he ain't budge, it's pussy in his genes
I up the Smithy if I feel I'm gettin' crowded
Niggas diss a set and click back up, I can't allow it
My niggas waiting, watching time up the county
Racks over yo head and watch my dawg collect the bounty
He got the feeling of a pistol and he still trippin'
Wok up in a Fanta and it feel different so he still sippin'
Caught a body, love the feeling now he still killin'
F*ck them crackers, man they gave my dawg a long sentence
Man I'm salty, wish my nigga would've thought different
Niggas be yo niggas, hit the quarters then they start snitching
Can't let a nigga take my life, that's why I walk wit it
Riding with this Glick, we see the feds it ain't no parkin' it
Writer: EBK Booka
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