YBG Shaad - Rolled On (feat. rackzonjah & lor jerm) Lyrics

I get to that bag, and wont fumble it
You try to touch me, me and bro got a hundred clips
Like Young Dolph, but we got more than a hundred shots
We got a hundred Glocks, you wanna get one
That's gon' be a hundred stacks, like a hundred racks
We goin' back to back, I don't really carry you, but I'll bury you
I'm done with your girl, you can come to your honey back
She a honey pack
She a honey pack
She a honey pack
Aye Shaad slow up, been rappin' since youngins, I seen him grow up
She wanna eat me, cause she see I'm goin' up
She the stacks in my pants, green and blue like throw up
Like Jerm said, she ain't messin' with me, so I pass her to bro
She gettin' passed around, already know she a hoe
Yeah, we YBG, that's our motto and logo
We ready get diamonds, we icy and we flow
What ya jaw hurt, cause I see you keep meat riding
I kill on the beat, I know like three dying
I stay with Jah Money, he stay with like three irons
And you know what we do when we hear them sirens
YBG Shaad, and I'm on that time
He wanna be YBG, but he ain't grindin'
I know I'm a make it, i swear it's my time
And these niggas keep hatin', but aint getting no cheese
And you know what I'm on, and you know where I be
Jah Money stay with me, and got glock two two threes
I hop on the beat, you know that I eat
Said it more than two times, make sure you can hear me
I spit on the beat, but can't really feel me
That nigga keep talkin' and I left him dick helly
Yeah, he talkin' real hot, talkin' bout he gon' kill me
I wanna see him try, I stay with the villains
Wait till we get up, then we gon' have millions
Wait till we get up, then we gon' have billions
I swear I'ma make it, I'm feelin' that feelin'
I'm feelin' this feelin' ambitious
To win ARP hold 100 rounds
See a watch ima buss it down
They really some actors, only put on for the crowds
Always been that nigga since I was seven pounds
I'm in my bag, and I'm rollin' like Rollin' Loud
Quit all that yappin', nigga, what you talkin' bout
Leave his body in the floor they wan chalk him out
Like, like, stop that bluffin'
Kari, you talkin', but you ain't on nothin'
All in the IG, you steady stuntin'
Catch you outside, and im splitin your muffin'
Like, like, stop that caping
Catch kari bitch, and I'm blowin' her back
And all of that lying, you say that you active
Niggas stop bluffin', you know that you chattin'
Niggas know Lor Jerm be in that field
All in her guts, and she told me to chill
You all in the IG, postin' them fake-ass guns
Like, nigga, we know they ain't real
Only Smoke weed, I ain't poppin' no pills
Dick in her pussy, you know I'ma kill
Twenty, fifty, hundred dollar bills
Get out of line, knock you out of the field
We never be stuck', we really be grindin'
Bitch, cut up, we droppin' you
Quit all the hatin', don't worry about what I do
Go get some paper, that's what you betta' do
Play wit something safe, aint no tellin' what I do
See a track, Shaad and Jerm runnin' through
Don't touch my patience, I'ma hit at you
Peak out that car with that switch like a peek-a-boo
Got my mask on, and I feelin' like Jigga-boo
Ha-ha-ha