Brand New Rollie lyrics

[Intro]
I just got a brand new Rollie but I need a mof*cking Audemar (H3)
Aight, can we play that sh*t one more time? (What's in there?)
Hahaha (Ace)

[Chorus]
Brand new Rollie, need a Audemar Piguet (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talking down, bet his b*tch gon' gimme neck (Yeah, yeah)
Walk down with my shooter, put some shots off in his neck (Bow, bow)
b*tch, I want it all, need it all, want my respect (Yeah)
Brand new Rollie, need a Audemar Piguet (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talking down, bet his b*tch gon' gimme neck (Yeah, yeah)
Walk down with my shooter, put some shots off in his neck (Bow, bow)
b*tch, I want it all, need it all, want my respect (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Walk down with that TEC (Huh), shot 'em in his neck (Boom, boom)
He won't talk that dumb sh*t no more, b*tch, who's next? (Lil' b*tch)
Them AR pistols pop, we stepping on heads, them sh*ts gon' pop (Grra)
f*cking the world, I feel like Pac, b*tch, come gimme top (Hah)
Who that? Who that? Who that? Who that? Who that dude? (Huh)
Who that ugly n*gga? He just walked out with yo' food (Gimme that)
b*tch, I need that gun on my waist, gimme some feedback
I bleed black, pull up on yo' block, b*tch, I need that (Baad sh*t)

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Why these n*ggas tripping, boy, I'm higher than a lier (f*ck)
Beating that hoe from the back, that ass look just like a pear (f*ck)
Why these n*ggas tripping, boy, I'm higher than a lier (f*ck)
Beating that hoe from the back, that ass look just like a pear (f*ck)
[Chorus]
Brand new Rollie, need a Audemar Piguet (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talking down, bet his b*tch gon' gimme neck (Yeah, yeah)
Walk down with my shooter, put some shots off in his neck (Bow, bow)
b*tch, I want it all, need it all, want my respect (Yeah)
Brand new Rollie, need a Audemar Piguet (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talking down, bet his b*tch gon' gimme neck (Yeah, yeah)
Walk down with my shooter, put some shots off in his neck (Bow, bow)
b*tch, I want it all, need it all, want my respect (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Why these pus*y b*tches playing, b*tch, I'm charged up, feel like Raiden (Bow, bow)
I'm a raider, came to bring these plates but y'all be hating (Grra, boom)
Hops and big Berettas, dripping harder, gunning, see ya later (Huh)
Robbed 'em and I double back, slime or die I'm 'bout my paper (Huh)
Brand new Rollie, bet that lil' b*tch right here wet (Hah)
Bussing, b*tch, I'm bussing, b*tch, I think I dumped in it (Hah)
I'm kinda reckless but I'm rocking, who the f*ck gon' snatch my necklace? Ayy (Boom, boom, boom)
Popped out, slowed up, Texas, ayy, swinging for the fences, ayy (Yo)

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Why these n*ggas tripping, b*tch, I'm tripping like a pier (Huh)
Having all these mof*cking carats in my ear (Yeah, yeah)
Why these n*ggas tripping, b*tch, I'm tripping like a pier (Yeah, yeah)
Having all these mof*cking carats in my ear (Huh?)
[Chorus]
Brand new Rollie, need a Audemar Piguet (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talking down, bet his b*tch gon' gimme neck (Yeah, yeah)
Walk down with my shooter, put some shots off in his neck (Bow, bow)
b*tch, I want it all, need it all, want my respect (Yeah)
Brand new Rollie, need a Audemar Piguet (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talking down, bet his b*tch gon' gimme neck (Yeah, yeah)
Walk down with my shooter, put some shots off in his neck (Bow, bow)
b*tch, I want it all, need it all, want my respect (Baad sh*t, yeah)

[Outro]
Brand new Rollie, need a Audemar Piguet, ayy
n*ggas talking down, bet his b*tch gon' gimme neck, ayy
Walk down with my shooter, put some shots off in his neck, ayy
b*tch, I want it all, need it—