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"The Roll Out" lyrics by CURREN$Y
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[a.k.a. SPITTA ANDRETTI]


"The Roll Out"
[performed by Curren$y & Le$]


It's not a game, boy
Niggas claim they all fucked up
We in the cut, some brother's in the trunk
File showers 'cause it rain around this bitch every hour
They cry about it for a second then forget about you
Your problem wasn't riders
They was just running 'cause you was popping
Funny 'cause they got to running when them niggas got to pop 'em
FRESH TO DEATH, outfit you got shot in
Step outside, my cloud high, dumping it with my faculty
Battle without the technicalities
The fuck you niggas know about a strategy
I ain't gotta pull up first, I gotta pull up right
PAINT DRIPPING, motor tight
Anywhere we go tonight, dynamite
Matches strike, spark that, motor running
Headlights off, parked out back behind our back
No eating, just meeting, real bosses
Turn anywhere they at into an office
Small talking, just make you to a large target
Don't get caught up, OGs never taught you stuff
Hustlers who burn me up

Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low

They just talking and they bluffing
Taking action while you suckers keep discussing
So disgusting how these grown men acting so bitch made
Never had to switch, I been a man since sixth grade
Sipping on the 40, sitting on the curve
Looking at the stars and I was crazy 'cause this is what we are
A lot of homies SHED BLOOD just to sit on that butter
They gotta do dirt just to stay out the gutter
Seen it all in the head, didn't even see 30
You barking at the moon but the mutts ain't worthy
Wanna get your shine but I only shine on 'em
Pull up on the black, pack clutch, recline on 'em
GREEN BEAMER on gold that sit like a leprechaun
I'm riding with your wife, told her she was my lucky charm
Plan, baby, 'cause I never put no faith in no bitch
That paper anyhow gonna make her switch
Go ahead and dig a ditch, partner, bury yourself
Your biggest downfall is how you carry yourself
Bum ass nigga, we stay breaded up while you crumb ass niggas go smarten up
You dumb ass niggas, read a couple books, put some fat in your head
And get some MOTIVATION, get your ass out of bed
You suckers rather tweet about it while we out here being about it
Check on Instagram, only way you gonna see about it
I'm on that stack up, put my team on it
Go boss, shit your plan on that middle with a mall shit, rock's too cloudy
Guess them niggas caught up in the rain
Check the news before they came, find they planes, bitch

Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Back up, back up 'cause it's on, it's on
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my ride, chilling on the low

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