[Lyric] Rollit (PerishinParis)

[Intro]
(Is that Rod?)
Yah, ay, yah
Yah, yah, woah
Yah, ay, yah
Ayyy slatt let's go

[Chorus: PerishinParis]
Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up (Roll ittt)
Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on
Smokin' on dody
I cannot fuck with these niggas
They talkin' to 12 these niggas the police
I don't relate to these niggas
These niggas ain't fam
These niggas don't know me

[Verse 1: PerishinParis]
I'm in LA with my gang, with my twin
Ain't no friends if he with me that's brodie (Yeah!)
Free all the niggas that's locked
Nigga fuck 12 we shoot at the police
& Nigga just know if I'm out
Then somebody glocked up please don't approach me
These niggas be flexin' bout what they be doing
& What they be makin' but never be showin'
& If you see me then just know you see money
& Bitches with morals no bitches that's ho'ing
& I know they be watching my page like God damn he still goin
That's right (Yeah!)
I pour the codeine on ice
We the ones that these boys wanna be like (Yeah!)
I'm finna have a good night roll up & smoke it
Perish in the skyyy
[Chorus: PerishinParis]
Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up (Roll ittt)
Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on
Smokin' on dodyyy
I cannot fuck with these niggas
They talkin' to 12 these niggas the police
I don't relate to these niggas
These niggas ain't fam
These niggas don't know me

[Verse 2: Mike Phipps]
I like mixin' up drugs
& Sippin' the drank I hope I don't O.D (O-D!)
Babygirl I need a Richard I was just wrappin' up packs of the O.G (O-G!)
These niggas wasn't wit us when we was down bad
We needed a floatie (Float-y)
My boy gon fold em' if it's a nigga that's tryna approach me
Everyday saks-fifth she tell me I'm makin it backflip
Actress I'm finna make her do backflips
Smashing, all of my shit is smashin
Cashing, none of my shit is average (Leggo)
Willing do anything to make me mad rich
I see the enemy (Glrrr) he knowin what's happenin'
I'm in LA in this Bentley B, designer the fabric
I see the enemy this Glock let 'em have it
[Chorus: PerishinParis]
Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up, Roll it up (Roll ittt)
Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on, Smokin' on
Smokin' on dody
I cannot fuck with these niggas
They talkin' to 12 these niggas the police
I don't relate to these niggas
These niggas ain't fam
These niggas don't know me