Soloko - Rolling 5% Lyrics

Ooooweee...
Yo Speedy... I can feel that Rollie on my wrist...
Sinstrumental Productionz... EYY!
Smoke behind the tint, 5%
Packing pistol grip, live a life of sin
Tryna pay the rent, want it all, f*ck what I can get
In the game I play to win, use that pen to dodge the Penn, still I got that one for ten
Said...
Rollin rollin rollin, like its stolen, puffin potent
Hit the gas and get to coastin, all I wanted was a Rollie
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, like its stolen, puffin potent
Hit the gas and get to coastin, all I wanted was a Rollie
Scrr Scrr Scrr...
Sippin Corona, Blowing Marijuana
I'm bendin Cornas, My Mind a Goner
In a 4 door, I been a Loner
Just me myself and me pistola
Moving through the city like I'm moving coca cola
Living la vida loca, uh
Don't approach him there's 5% for a reason
I'm fully loaded and cheifin, put holes in you if you peepin
No time for no grieving, my calendar, it got no weekend
I'm on a mission to get it, if you snoozing ill leave you sleepin
Pop! Pop!
Catch me I think not, till we die like SlipKnot
I'm gone in the wind, no pit stops
Since a youngin all I wanted was a wristwatch
That Rollie on my wrist
I said this Rollie leave you pissed
This gold inside my mouth is blangin, make me talk with a lisp
I'm having visions of all my work paying off in abundance
My homie Sin made this beat, we whipped it up till its jumpin
From the jump yea from nothing, Build it up like construction
Now we on the road getting blowed, high as our budgets, Like F*ck it!
Smoke behind the tint, 5%
Packing pistol grip, live a life of sin
Tryna pay the rent, want it all, f*ck what I can get
In the game I play to win, use that pen to dodge the Penn, still I got that one for ten
Said...
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, like its stolen, puffin potent
Hit the gas and get to coastin, all I wanted was a Rollie
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling, like its stolen, puffin potent
Hit the gas and get to coastin, all I wanted was a Rollie
Soloko!
Thuggin and plottin, I been moving fast on the go
Pushing limits, digital digits, baby I can't be broke
I been camouflaging, streetlights over the roads
Momma praying for me, Hells Hot and Winters Cold
Oh!
Gold cover my skin, living in sin, told my son he gotta win
Ain't no point in putting in, if you playing just for friends
They all leave you in the end, gather what you can homie, God first then Benjamin's
Hol up Oh, I been driving slow, cutttin corners coast
Peeping for patrol, Lumbar on the low, Only see the smoke
Watch how you approach, hold the heata close, turn yo soul to ghost
Holy Grail, sipping gold, I can feel the Rollie close
Bling Blauh, Put some gold inside my smile
Tryna make my momma proud, I been at it for a while
Many couldn't see the style, Now I'm styling on you child
Titanic wrists bitch, icebergs will make you drown, Hol up
Hold the f*ck up...
Smoke behind the tint, 5%
Packing pistol grip, live a life of sin
Tryna pay the rent, want it all, f*ck what I can get
In the game I play to win, use that pen to dodge the Penn, still I got that one for ten
Said...
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling