[Bridge x2]
My pocket full of them hundreds
Finna roll up this weed
All my [bad word] they got [bad word] And all my [bad word] with no seeds

[Hook]
Roll up, roll up, roll up… (This your boy Premro)
Poe up, poe up, poe up… (Yeah)
Roll up, roll up, roll up… (Premro 2)
Poe up, poe up, poe up…

[Verse 1 : 8-Ball]
Yeaaah !
I’m pulled up with my bad [bad word] Ice cross, Styrofoam, never plastic
Flying through the country like the dukes of hazard
My mom & dad weren’t married, guess I’m a fat [bad word] But hoes love it, but I hate them ho that do too much
I don’t wonder this [bad word] 'bout
Who you know & who you [bad word] That’s not my business
I’m tryin’ to get acquainted with yo' jaw bone
Get yours, get mine
Then we can blow some [bad word] on
Lionel Richie, all night long
Pop a rolling stone
Under my hat, that’s my home
Deep, never no fake [bad [bad word] between my lips
My nig' [bad word] all haters

[Bridge x2]

[Hook]
Roll up, roll up, roll up…
Poe up, poe up, poe up…
Roll up, roll up, roll up…
Poe up, poe up, poe up…

[Verse 2 : Young Dolph]
My [bad word] with no seeds
My [bad [bad word] with no draws
Them diamonds ain’t got no flaws
And I ain’t no respect for the law
Ain’t got no love for these niggas [bad word] I don’t wanna talk, talk to my pistol
I ain’t got no love for these hoes
I ain’t shouldn’t talk about [bad word] Talk to my [bad word] Yup !
These hoes they make me sick
They say I’m with the [bad word] But really I’m not
But maybe I am
But I don’t give a [bad word] I’m tryin to get my auntie to sign for this lamb
Uh !
She jumped to a whole 'nother subject
Talkin’ about
Where you get 250 grand
I said never mind I go and ask my red big booty nurse [bad word] named Pamelaaa
You know what up with me
You know I’m in this streets
And I kill beats
And I’m caked up [bad word] boy, don’t play with me
That four nickel, that stay with me
If you smokin’ beverage get away from me
Need a one liter Sprite & some ice
8-Ball I got a tray with me

[Bridge x2]

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : B-Hav]
All this killa I got in my swisha
It seem like a [bad word] is all about killin’ himself
Way the fire the weed, the higher I get
I guess I just chasin’ my death
Pour up, some of that potion in my coffee cup
Roll up !
Some of that gas [bad word] don’t trap
Black black black, black on black on black is the Llac
Manicured nails, they bumpin' my sack
Heard she roll much better than me
Waist super-small, [bad word] super-fat
Told Siri hate my [bad word] Ball
‘Cause you know that’s what we finna do
Tell my [bad word] I got them hoes
And you know that we [bad word] through
Mr Mud Island
Hoes on my jaw
I ain’t even sayin’ nothin’
Her mouth on my [bad word] It’s that life that I live
From that BAZ
Till that ATM
Pockets super swell

[Bridge x2]

[Hook]