Trae Tha Truth - Rollin Lyrics

[Intro]
ItÂ’s another 48, huh?
AÂ’ight, think itÂ’s time
I gots

[Hook x2]
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

[Verse 1]
IÂ’m rollinÂ’ in the slab and I still look good
ThrowinÂ’ up the worst and makinÂ’ bad for my hood
Tell ‘em I ain’t trippin’
If I had to jump lit his ass
Played hard flicks and leave a player throwinÂ’ real toe
IÂ’m just glad IÂ’m coasted, everything slow motion
10 thousand dollar paint got me where is the ocean
Sailing through the city in the swag of emotion
Everything get dropped when they see it approaching
IÂ’mma do it like pat HA, Dub k
Then there represent twin towers then Dre
CanÂ’t forget about Scrooge, yea nigga we the shit
And they tell you see me, tell them they screwed up big

[Hook x2]
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

[Verse 2]
Uh IÂ’m rollin, nigga IÂ’m pullinÂ’
Paper tags and the damn thingÂ’s stolen
Bunch of niggas waiting on The Truth to fall off
IÂ’m a full time jock til IÂ’m called off
I keep banginÂ’ the pick with the trunk up
And got that bang in the back if you fuck up
I see you niggas steady watching me
DonÂ’t watch me, bitch you canÂ’t stop me
I donÂ’t get mad, I just get bread
I donÂ’t fall in love, I just get head
I represent it for the city, mud list
ThatÂ’s for the north and the south, IÂ’m south west

[Hook x2]
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

[Verse 3]
Top let down, man hold up
Monday breaking night got my pocket swole up
Glass look amazing every time I roll up
Trae hotter than the summer but the Rollie froze up
Hoes all on me so I guess IÂ’m chose up
You can tell IÂ’m going in the way I let the doors up
Face goes down when her ass goes up
If she opened up, I ainÂ’t beat it til she closed up
Slow live banginÂ’ while IÂ’m slidinÂ’ my snail
Trunk hit north like Pacquiao jam
H Town Texas nigga you know how it goes
Get money, bitch IÂ’m ballinÂ’ with the pros

[Hook x2]
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
RollinÂ’ dine the slab and I still look good
RollinÂ’ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood