Roll Up

Roll up to the crib, post up sit back
Cup full of drink, yes I drink that
My tune playing, and we both feel that
Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back
Roll up to the crib, post up sit back
Cup full of drink, yes I drink that
My tune playing, and we both feel that
Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back
Fuck with you late night I hit you on the regular
Even got your real name stored in my cellular
You my main squeeze, I swear I told that to Jennifer
Every time we link we heating up like the temperature
Body's intertwined twisted like twizzlers
Her ex man deep down, he still miss her
She fucking with a real one she fucking with the boy
The man that kick ball and got blessed with the voice
She can have a lil bit can't give too much
But that ass in them jeans it really fucked me up
Her makeup on "I only put a little on"
Girl that's enough to make me do what you want
I'm at your service like I'm waiting a table
Her last man Cain she prefer me cuz I'm Able
Send location I'll come scoop like a ladle
We independent artists we don't need a label
Roll up to the crib, post up sit back
Cup full of drink, yes I drink that
My tune playing, and we both feel that
Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back
Roll up to the crib, post up sit back
Cup full of drink, yes I drink that
My tune playing, and we both feel that
Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back
I wanna buy you the finer things in this life
My pockets ain't bad but they ain't that nice
They can get you something nice and light
But you can live in these words when I write
You fall in love with the boy you cant die
So I ask if she wanna live forever in this life
A 9 or a 10 that's on her worst day
Big bunda big heart she nice like my wordplay
She got self respect i didn't hit the first day
She play me like PlayStation I get no play
Still fuck with her maybe it's her mental
She could be First Lady If she feeling presidential
She thinks I'm trouble she thinks I'm special
Goes against her instincts, dances with the devil
She look me in my eyes she can't help herself
She know Ima be bad for her mental health
Roll up to the crib, post up sit back
Cup full of drink, yes I drink that
My tune playing, and we both feel that
Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back
Roll up to the crib, post up sit back
Cup full of drink, yes I drink that
My tune playing, and we both feel that
Sweet gyal give me eye and yes I give it back
I said yes I give it back
I said yes I give it back
Oh, yes I give it back