SpittaMane Steph - Rolling Opp Lyrics

This money got me tipsy when I walk
I don't like to speak, it be a murder when I talk
Couldn't catch em' day so f*ck it, just wait til it's dark
Precision brain stealer plus he caught one to the heart

Bloody my fashion, I'm drippin' Big B on a crib nigga
Opp went back to jail, up in that cell that boy a shit digga'
Roll a nigga disrespectfully, you just a skimp nigga
Outchea snitchin', but on dinner dates, guess he a big tipper

Dirty work em' , roll him up now with his dead ass
Halloween creepin' like a pumpkin, leave a head smashed
Nigga saw a ghost and got a vision when that lead pass
Loyal to the grave, but you ain't gang unless you steadfast

Youngin' say he posted on that block, he on that one way
Niggas swear they fly til we come through, shut down the runway
Talkin' stupid Sunday, won't be sayin' shit on Monday
Yo folks say they gon' kill me, shit they probably will one day

Cry me a river, call me Mr. Soul Stealer
I f*ck with the reaper, he a real cold killer
Wipe lil buddy nose like he got a cold in him
It ain't nothin' to set a trap when yo bitch is a gold digger

Ice cold nigga, I'm itchin' to send a blitz
Got a cannon arm on me, this bitch stiff, I call it Nick
Rollin' up a wood, I had to upgrade from the swish
I'm rollin' opp that mean I'm rollin' dead niggas in this bitch

I know this yo potna, but come here come take a hit
You can smell the scent, come here lil nigga, take a whiff
I know this yo potna, but come here come take a hit
You can smell the scent, come here lil nigga, take a whiff