Roll it Up (freestyle) Video (MV)

Running through these tracks
Yea I've been counting cash
Make 'em run gym laps
And I leave them in the trash
On the hunt of cash rolling up another sesh
My gun gay hit yo' bitch and then it hit yo' mans
See him flexin' but I know he ain't got no bands
Wanna fight me but I'm ready to throw both my hands
Pull up in a cavalier tinted windows with my mans
Bankrolls my gas roll it up like it's a band
Roll it up like it's a band
I'm so high I never land
On my wrist it's avalanche
F*ck her and her friends
And I hit 'em in the chest and now he finna dance
Call my bro in advance
And now we count them bands
I don't know how to flirt I done called this bitch jitt
Still f*cking on yo main hoe and then I dip
If she tryna set me up extendo my clips
Bitches and these clips call it nintendo how I switch
I keep my hand on my stick 'cuz they would never hesitate
If I don't got a gun then I het 'em wit a razor blade
I keep me a milli stashed away
Water diamonds like a castaway
Smoking on that strong yea that shit would make you levitate
Take your bitty on a dinner date
Not for really I just f*cked her face
AR-15 in a safe
Hit 'em 5-5-6 times in the face
Sixteen shots right to the face
I call that an interface
Bro turn up the gain cuz we gettin late
Running through these tracks
Yea I've been counting cash
Make 'em run gym laps
And I leave them in the trash
On the hunt of cash rolling up another sesh
My gun gay hit yo' bitch and then it hit yo' mans
See him flexin' but I know he ain't got no bands
Wanna fight me but I'm ready to throw both my hands
Pull up in a cavalier tinted windows with my mans
Bankrolls my gas roll it up like it's a band
Running through these tracks
Yea I've been counting cash
Make 'em run gym laps
And I leave them in the trash
On the hunt of cash rolling up another sesh
My gun gay hit yo' bitch and then it hit yo' mans
See him flexin' but I know he ain't got no bands
Wanna fight me but I'm ready to throw both my hands
Pull up in a cavalier tinted windows with my mans
Bankrolls my gas roll it up like it's a band
Roll that shit up and I'm doubling my cup
I be smoking on that green and I tell a bitch wassup
And I pull up wit a beam yea it ain't no bullpup
Got an AR-15 yea if you talk to much
Yea my stick talkin' back
Pull up got a bag
Blow biscotti in the air
Goin' band for a band
Got a couple of rounds
Now I'm shooting dice again
Yea we don't got no bounds
So I'm going for these bands
All this codeine got me drowning in this shit
If you talk too much yea I'm emptying my clip
Take yo' bitch on a trip and then I f*cking dip
I'm feeling dehydrated I take another sip
Spill the wock on my wrist activis right on my lip
Smoking that gas right down to the tip
Bitch I'm off the rip and I take another hit
We ain't smokin' honey packs yea we smokin' cookie crisp
Running through these tracks
Yea I've been counting cash
Make 'em run gym laps
And I leave them in the trash
On the hunt of cash rolling up another sesh
My gun gay hit yo' bitch and then it hit yo' mans
See him flexin' but I know he ain't got no bands
Wanna fight me but I'm ready to throw both my hands
Pull up in a cavalier tinted windows with my mans
Bankrolls my gas roll it up like it's a band