kidd adamz, spitta – r.o.l.o gang da set lyrics
[kidd adamz & spitta talks]
[bridge/spitta]
she break it down, then roll one up then light one up then p-ss it round
we high as f-ck don’t even care bout coming down
i roll my purple in a raw, probably ash it on a star, tell them n-ggas who we are
[hook/kidd adamz]
i be that r.o.l.o gang banging, bad b-tch taking
hottest in the nation that ain’t no understatement
roll one, light one up, p-ss it to your left
high up like the jets, r.o.l.o gang the set i be
[spitta verse]
twisting them papers, smoking on vapors, hop out the backseat of that laser
smoking on flavors what’s the flavor (what that is grape?)
yellow and purple look like a laker, i’m in the sky getting so high witcho b-tch
she roll a spliff, we outersp-ce on a ship (yeah!)
she tat r.o.l.o gang all on her t-ts, codeine look like a bottle of p-ss
smoking on haze and rollin’ og witcho b-tch up in a jeep yeah
ridin round no roof on me, good brain, good brain
my cl1ck tight no loose homies, r.o.l.o gang, r.o.l.o gang
break it down, weed all in the burner
and we want it, and rollin’ n-gga just like tina turner hole’ up
i got promethazine that i’m finna pour up
this the gang, rep my set, r.o.l.o what i throw up
[kidd adamz talks]
still in this my n-gga, high as f-ck in this b-tch, tryna’ get higher
where the f-ck all the bad b-tches at man? all my bad b-tches lemme’ hear you say r.o.l.o
r.o.l.o gang we in this sh-t, you motherf-ckers act like you know n-gga, smokers
uh huh, my left, get right, ok, uh, i be that
[hook/kidd adamz]
i be that r.o.l.o gang banging, bad b-tch taking
hottest in the nation that ain’t no understatement
roll one, light one up, p-ss it to your left
high up like the jets, r.o.l.o gang the set i be
[kidd adamz verse]
young spitta’, blunt twister my lung k!ller
your blonde b-tch in my room chillin’ them fumes hittin’
styrofoam gettin’ it, microphone spittin’ the truth
sippin’ the juice, bumping to pac inside of my coupe
r.o.l.o the motto and you know the group
keep it 100 and swear to the truth
hand on the bible i swear that i do
what i want, when i wanna, marijuana on the leather seats (suede!)
good weed and codeine that’s the recipe, perfect set for me
og kush in my lungs, inhale the pain
i got a shawty on my left who say she feel the same
vacation on a cup of liquor and some paper planes
the hottest dames in my lane twistin’ mary jane, r.o.l.o gang
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