Rolls Royce Umbrella lyrics

[Hook]
Told her jump out the Rolls
With the Rolls Royce umbrella
Momma dropped a tear of joy
'Cause her son is so successful
Momma dropped a tear for a boy
That [?] and got arrested
I had to grind out the mud
That's why my shoes was always messy
Like look how far the youngin' came
From posting on the corner with Berettas
Kick in your door with big 4 O's
Get on the floor, where all the cheddar?
If rap don't work then I'ma work the pole a lil extra
Vice-Versa; trap don't work
Then I'ma hit the 'yo and do it better
It's a murder, matter fact
Givе me that .30 and that Beretta
Swing that block and еmpty clips
And put that pus*y on a stretcher
I told lil homie f*ck that sh*t
It's gon' get cold grab a sweater
Get some head in a Benz, I'ma f*ck her in a Tesla
And baby we can go wherever
Baby, I'ma have you jiggin' as long as you keep it on the low
Baby, I'll shake ya' like some jell-o
Had to run it all the way up on another level
[Verse 1]
Baby let's go spend a bag on some brand new Dapper Dan
Could kick around you on some Carters
Like the last name of Lil Wayne
Tryna' see if I can fit these racks in my Mike Amiri pants
I need a cape that's blue and black; the neighbourhood Superman
I up that K from the bottom Mac, yeah
We gon' kill you and your mans, yeah
Let's up and spray right across the tracks
With them lil n*gga's heavy metal
You want me to divorce the streets
To marry you to get a marriage, yeah
Drippin' from my toe to my head up
I know lil Tooley and Pluto the hitters
Straight out the pot make it backwards flip
Brand new drank off the lot, cost 'bout half a mill'
Where I'm at, by the park, when it's time to kill
Got me feeling like 'Pac I'm above the rim
When I jump off the porch and the thugger [?]
Louie turn on the street I'ma bend the rim
Up that b*tch which a screw, put an end to him
Although I had a hurdle like the Wiggin
Freestyle this subject like Eminem
Forgiato on the tires in my rear view mirrors
I sip Promethazine in my new Amiris
Had to grind out the gutter with perseverance
I let shots out the cutter, don't wanna hear it
I don't like my lil brother being on that crip sh*t
He used to post up by the store by himself
Whole 'lotta racks i done ran up a mill' ticket
Y'all n*ggas broke tell me what you know 'bout me?
[Hook]
Told her jump out the Rolls
With the Rolls Royce umbrella
Momma dropped a tear of joy
'Cause her son is so successful
Momma dropped a tear for a boy
That [?] and got arrested
I had to grind out the mud
That's why my shoes was always messy
Like look how far the youngin' came
From posting on the corner with Berettas
Kick in your door with big 4 O's
Get on the floor, where all the cheddar?
If rap don't work then I'ma work the pole a lil extra
Vice-Versa; trap don't work
Then I'ma hit the 'yo and do it better
It's a murder, matter fact
Give me that .30 and that Beretta
Swing that block and empty clips
And put that pus*y on a stretcher
I told lil homie f*ck that sh*t
It's gon' get cold grab a sweater
Get some head in a Benz, I'ma f*ck her in a Tesla
And baby we can go wherever
Baby, I'ma have you jiggin' as long as you keep it on the low
Baby, I'll shake ya' like some jell-o
Had to run it all the way up on another level
[Verse 2]
I'm quick to get a n*gga whacked