WillbRich - Keep One Rolled Lyrics

Keep one
Keep one
Keep one
Keep one rolled

Tryna stack it up nigga tired of Struggling
Move up to them houses butler Gotta buzz u in
Will b rich its written all up in My government
Blowin gas in the wind cool as a Peppermint
Rookie in the game still got my Letterman
Demons knockin on the door Swear to God I won't let em in
It's evident my melanin is heaven Sent
Hella bent
Big dick trunk of an elephant Savage I represent
The precedent is adequate
More than ever prepared for this
Not average
Cookie in the mix like I'm a Bakers man
I'm baking bitch
Smoking wedding cake and shit
Pouring Henny gettin lit
Kno it's all gas when I roll up and U hear my shit
Keep one
Keep one
Keep one
Keep one
Keep one
Keep one rolled
White owls dutches backwoods And them optimos
Staying high Mary Jane help me Balance out the lows
Know imma hold it down and Stayin 10 toes
No interruption no need in Rushin
Breaking it down to stuff in a Russian
Can't hit the loud it's no need in Bluffing
Satans sons we inhale like it's Nothing
Shrugging
Chips off my shoulders nigga had To knock em off
Gave her the key to my heart Changed the locks and locked Her Out
I'm actin out
Boosting my buzz smoking on Black and milds
No backin down
Wit my nigga chillin countin Backends now
No lackin now
Keep stackin chips until it falls Down
Smokin wit a cutie out a raw hit It raw now

Cookie in the optimo
Roll it up and light it
Fly nigga party
Gotta have wings to be invited
Good gas
Ignited
Boom
Smoking strong
Stoned
Tomb
Slumped off contact
Gotcha high up in the smoking Room

Keep em rolled
She curl her toes

French inhale
Breath her through my nose
Mary Jane my lah freaky hoe
Hit her in the backwoods
My pack is gold
She get to dancing when I roll up
Blunts lookin like a pole
Stay out the way but beef bout That bread
I make sloppy joes
Highest in the room
Altitude gave me a bloody nose
Hit it
Got it from Britain I hope
I don't bloody choke
All natural it gotta grow we don't Do no dope
Even tho
Every flow
Hit like a line of coke
Don't mind it bro
I just got a milli in my line of Smoke
I Mean my line of sight
Every verse a nigga spit
A junkie took flight from the Pipe
And I kno I will b rich
I speak on it every night
Put the work in wit my niggas
Until we gettin it right
Imma stand out nigga
Put yo hands down nigga
U done heard the flow and I kno It's dope
Oh u a fan now nigga
(Where the gars at )
We done ran out nigga

Lighting trees like Christmas Time smell the pine 'baby tis the Season

Rollin up rollin up rollin up
Gettin high for no reason

Chillin stoned wit my baby Girl
Modern day Martin and Gina

Fly nigga and i keep em rolled
Kno I'm stone cold like a freezer