Roll Up

[Verse 1]
Call my bitch up tell her bring a friend
See, everyday to we is a weekend
Secret bras hold her breast up
Pretty long hair with the side cut
Text my phone 'cause my crib got no service
Then we hit the club 20 deep in suburbans
Stacking assassinated presidents
My crew full of white girls and dirty immigrants
Who you are is irrelevant
Better save it for your reverend
I get down if your pussy taste like peppermints
But before you come get it hold up

[Hook]
We just trynna roll up
Hit the blunt and smoke up
Hit the club and tow up
Till we fucking throw up

[Verse 2]
Holy mother, holy ghost
Holy smoke, shotguning down your throat
Her pussy soaking for my boat
Real bitches fuck with me regardless if I'm rich or broke
She said, there's something about you
That makes me real nervous (nigga)
But I know we met
For a reasonable purpose (nigga)
See, me and you nah, we can't just be friends
Now let me tell you how this story should end
I'ma take you to the crib (right)
Kiss your neck a little bit (aay)
Pull them panties down south
My last bitch said I'm pretty good with my mouth
I'm fucking filthy and I love a freak
I love strippers that only strip for me
But before you come get it hold up

[Hook]
We just trynna roll up
Hit the blunt and smoke up
Hit the club and tow up
Till we fucking throw up