[Lyric] Come Roll Wit a Na (Street Lord'z)

[Chorus: Blade Icewood]:
I roll with my niggas
Get high with my niggas
Count stacks with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
So, come roll with a nigga
Get high with a nigga
Count stacks with a nigga
Fuck hoes with a nigga

[Verse 1: Blade Icewood]:
These niggas trippin', slippin' in the dope game
Rollin' in the fast lane, sippin' champagne
Smokin' weed, they heard I'm slangin' keys
But it's 'bos under trees, now I'm young with Gs
Hot nigga, on the Detroit River with a yacht, nigga
Cop the ice immediately, where it all on BET
Dog, how you like me? I'm Jordan to Nike
Platinum chain, cop the same for the wifey
Enemies wanna do me
Probably causе they wanna be me, but thеy can't
Here's a tip, dog: Stack bank, pussy nigga
Y'all know where I hang at
Seven Mile, better pile
Walkin' through the airport with about a hunnid thou'
They think it's for coppin', but nah, it's for shoppin'
Crys' poppin' y'all niggas ain't stoppin' shit
Independently owned, Balled Out Records
"Chedda Boy" on the necklace, nigga
[Chorus]:
I roll with my niggas
Get high with my niggas
Count stacks with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
So, come roll with a nigga
Get high with a nigga
Count stacks with a nigga
Fuck hoes with a nigga

[Verse 2: Blade Icewood]:
I live a motion picture life, gangsta flick
Leavin' niggas that think they slick
Spittin' over beats that's hits, like home runs
In the slums with guns
Went to meet the connect with a garbage bag full of hun's
I onced got knocked
[?] the case, but I beat it
I'm speedin', heated, getting blowed with hoes
Winter time, wrapped in big Pelles
I stay smoking weed that be super smelly (super smelly)
Still rollin' on Ds, though it's snow to my knees
Buy the bar, all the Crys' at all the parties
I know they hate it that I made it in the rap game
Strapped, aim at you lames that be saltin' my name
I'm flippin' verses like birds, y'all ain't heard?
I'm soon to be in Cancun 'til the flowers bloom
I got so many karats, my nickname 'Bugs'
I still hang with the thugs that be slangin' them drugs
Ain't shit changed, I can't remember being broke
Just ride with a nigga, get high with a nigga
[Chorus]:
I roll with my niggas
Get high with my niggas
Count stacks with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
So, come roll with a nigga
Get high with a nigga
Count stacks with a nigga
Fuck hoes with a nigga

[Interlude]:
Where do I fit in, in your whole lil life?
[?]
Where am I?
Cause a title ain't doing shit
Or the title would have some motherfuckin' meaning

It's Black Mafia, baby, you number two, ha
You know what to do
[?]

[Verse 3: Streed Lord Juan]:
I'm supposed to turn myself in the morning
Fuck what they think, I'm minked up in my Caddie truck
Huh? Nigga, what? Twenty thou' for the bracelet
Sippin' Remy straight, don't chase it
If we gettin' money, then it's basic
[Outro]:
Come roll with a nigga
Get high with a nigga
Count stacks with a nigga
Fuck hoes with a nigga
Come on and roll with a nigga
Come roll with a nigga
Get high with a nigga
Count stacks with a nigga
Fuck hoes with a nigga
Come roll with a nigga
Get blowed with a nigga