Roll Hard lyrics

[Hook] (x2)
On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud
On the boulevard, know we ain't fraud
On the, on the boulevard know we ain't fraud
[?] and you know I roll hard

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
True to the game hand full of grain
Go get them out french stacking my chain
Trunk full of bang white cup game
Paul Wall, baby I'm the motherf*cking mane
Trunk wave in the air I'm so player
Here go the po pos I don't even care
Threee times in a row slab of the year
Fifth wheel bow down time for a prayer
I'm slab god in the flesh I'm blessed
Cadillac on the crest nothing less
Blue ribbon on the bowtie so fresh
Your b*tch on my nuts and you dissed
I'm a bopper heartbreaker
Elbows on my ankle
IPhone air poppin trunk like a pranker
Swing head like a homie , not a ranker
Off the head run up on you, you gon' meet your maker

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Purple sprite for my n*ggas
I don't sip, I sniff my n*ggas
I don't dance, I tip my n*gga
Rolling hard solo my n*gga
Mask on my face you know it
Eyes low my I'm high as showing
First class I'm bout to going
Pass me that bottle I'm scoring
Light dro, f*ck a ho
These hoes ain't loyal you ain't know
I on my job like mom and them
Smoked out blowed out with my friends
Got this game on lock
Gun is c*cked
For your drama man
You wanna take my spot but you not
Things I will remain

[Hook]

[Verse 3: BeatKing]
Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot they all on me
Back then they didn't want me now I'm hot I toss a thot
In my partner house get the blunt to the head
Then I toss her out then I floss the drop
Trunk pop, gun c*ck
Breaking the nig' tryna jump out
Still tippin' wood wheel grippin'
Getting head like Bill Clinton
Number bad ho's in my slab
If you ain't f*ckin, we can chill with you
Being rich five years and I'm still gettin'
She don't like but you gotta deal with them
Club God, H-Town, trill n*gga
Polo f*ck the Hilfiger