Rollers - Head Top Lyrics

Pull up on your bitch, yeah we got that switch
Smith and Wesson, ayy, keep them bitches guessing
Bitch, why you messing, start undressing, salad dressing (ranch)

Pull up on your bitch with that branch, ayy
Dick that bitch down, uh
Thought that shit was good, bitch, why you frown
Never gon' be seeing you around (nah)

Never see you around (never see you)
Bitch, why you gotta frown (why you gotta frown)
I don't want you around (I don't want)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, we got a minute for this shit, ayy (minute minute)

I'ma put that f*cking shit, ayy, ayy, ayy
Listen, I just pulled up to a SNU on a Tuesday
All these Sewanee girls, why are they so choosy
It's okay, cause they got a big booty
Pass it to my boy King

Pockets fat, they go cha-ching, (uh)
So much ice, it's bling-bling
All these hoes make my phone ring, (uh)
And my chopper, it's sting, (uh)

Hoes, they mad stinky, (uh)
Diamond ring up on my pinky, (uh)
Caleb Cook on a red box, (uh)
Rent my movie on a red box

It switched up
(Head top, uh)

I'm hot, give me a fan, (uh)
Pop a xan, (uh)
Switch up, back a plan, (uh,uh)

Ayy, bitch, you know I got the plan
Bitch, you know I'm stealing kids, (skrt, aye)

Call me Peter Pan, Peter Pan, going to Neverland (Neverland)
Bitch, you know I got the motherf*cking sand (boom-boom)
Got the motherf*cking