Slow Roll lyrics

[Intro]
All my youngins be on go mode
Slow roll, all my youngins be on go mode
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
Used to pack it up, had to slow roll, tryna trap me up a dough roll
Hundred round Drac' and the long nose, thuggin' on 8 with the .44s
High-speed chase through the Drug Zone
Runnin' from Jake and the popo
They claim the gang but they subpar
Short a hundred Percs, need another jar
Been a hot boy with them rock stars
Watching out for the sweep off of Dunbar
Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked
Sitting on a corner in the hood parked
Said he beat his gun charge, seen't 'em in the hood
Hop out the back of a squad car
Either you trap or you farm hot
Choppers with straps on the arm stock
Slidin' with Glocks in the armrest
Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck
Put that chopper to a n*gga lips like some f*ckin' Carmex
Blow the Artex, DJ run it back like a f*ckin' hot track
Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my n*gga Mas back
Turn your town into Old Country Buffet
But we met the plug at Outback
We was back and forth down in K-Y, runnin' with the Wildcats
Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack
Hate my irritating ass Js but a n*gga love to count racks
[Hook]
Slow roll
Slow roll
Slow roll (All my youngins be on go mode)
Slow roll

[Verse 2]
When my doc' write, look like scribble-scratch
Straight drop got a n*gga block slappin' like a pitty-pat
Stuff a b*tch with a thousand Xanax in a jimmy hat
Hothead with a heated temper, quick to Windex a n*gga fitted cap
Right-hand man the grim reaper, index finger, don't trigger that
Dumb thinking you can f*ck with Blockworks
How the f*ck a n*gga figure that?
He done got whacked, hit him in his hat
Twist his top back, we'll peel his cap
Bloodstains on the concrete
All-white stitch with a hint of grey
Broken glass, middle of the street
See the bricks chipped from the ricochet
Wipe a opp off the hit-list, slidin' off with them misfits
Ridin' 'round with this big b*tch, I just made another chicken play
Don't let that money go to your head
'Cause the money change hands anyway
In the Feds on his death bed only time when a n*gga pray
Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my n*gga Tay
Free Justo, free my n*gga K, gotta hold it down for my n*gga Ray
Used to let him pour his own trouble
Champagne glass full of rose bubbles
Louis belt with the gold buckle
Mr. Mike Amiri with the stone jungle (Whatever)
[Hook]
Slow roll
Slow roll
Slow roll
Slow roll