roll it back (think about it) - treeland lyrics
(verse 1)
the strap in the middle
the dash is digital
heads up display mentionable
only period i know about is fiscal
footwerk crazy, i’m in driskol
i could take you n*ggas to drip school
i could take you n*ggas to pimp school
i’ll show you a b*tch that’s a swimming pool
i can show you a b*tch that’s a water faucet
she on my sh*t like a porta potty
she on my sh*t i don’t worry about it
sh*t i could write a story about her
i’m inhaling that flower power
i’m an md doogie howser
i prescribe
not over the counter
(yea yea yea)
walking around looking like i’m talking to myself, but i’m really on a bluetooth
4 and exotic pop
shout out to j. crew
nah not that j. crew
talking about juice crew
i like my cup screwed
i like it different hues
if i was you n*ggas i’d be mad too
(yea yea yea)
(chorus)
knots in my pants
no bantu
i got that cream
no cantu
you need a front bud
no can do
(ayyye)
i mix mud all in my soda
yo b*tch stay all on my scr*t*m
my blunts big
they are fruit roll ups
(ayyye)
i got motion don’t hold me back
prices like walmart
roll em back
f*ck wit me you getting rolled back
(ayyye)
my car touchless
i call it clear
you in my trunk if you in the rear
pack stank so good it causing tears
(verse 2)
arm long farms magnificent
that pack look like a scratch and sniff
that pack look like a shopping bag
shout out to paks fif
shout out to big hadg
50k on a dodge
spent that on a watch
spent that to look at my phone and tell you what time it is
while i do it
i’ll be fly as sh*t
looking like vogue
the front of it
hands rub together
young stunna b*tch
truck came in
i got runners n*gga
(yea yea yea)
still getting my back ends
cut em like loose ends
off with they head yea
off with them pants
i choose off*white over stan smith
raised in the backwoods
we on the back porch cooking tim smith
i still love glocks
but we got 10 smiths
and they all got switches
currensy they some spittas
they some real hittas
(chorus)
knots in my pants
no bantu
i got that cream
no cantu
you need a front bud
no can do
(ayyye)
i mix mud all in my soda
yo b*tch stay all on my scr*t*m
my blunts big
they are fruit roll ups
(ayyye)
i got motion don’t hold me back
prices like walmart
roll em back
f*ck wit me you getting rolled back
(ayyye)
my car touchless
i call it clear
you in my trunk if you in the rear
pack stank so good it causing tears
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