Roll It Back (Think About It) Lyrics
Treeland
( 1)
The strap in the middle
The dash is digital
Heads up display mentionable
Only period I know about is fiscal
Footwerk crazy, I\’m in driskol
I could take you niggas to drip school
I could take you niggas to pimp school
I\’ll show you a bitch that’s a swimming pool
I can show you a bitch that\’s a water faucet
She on my shit like a porta potty
She on my shit I don\’t worry about it
Shit I could write a story about her
I\’m inhaling that flower power
I\’m an MD Doogie Howser
I prescribe
Not over the counter
(Yea Yea Yea)
Walking around looking like I\’m talking to myself, but I\’m really on a Bluetooth
4 and exotic pop
Shout out to J. Crew
Nah not that J. Crew
Talking about juice crew
I like my cup screwed
I like it different hues
If I was you niggas I\’d be mad too
(Yea Yea Yea)
Knots in my pants
No bantu
I got that cream
No Cantu
You need a front bud
No can do
(Ayyye)
I mix mud all in my soda
Yo bitch stay all on my scrotum
My blunts Big
They are fruit roll ups
(Ayyye)
I got motion don\’t hold me back
Prices like WalMart
Roll em back
Fuck wit me you getting rolled back
(Ayyye)
My car touchless
I call it clear
You in my trunk if you in the rear
Pack stank so good it causing tears
( 2)
Arm long farms magnificent
That pack look like a scratch and sniff
That pack look like a shopping bag
Shout out to Paks Fif
Shout out to Big Hadg
50k on a dodge
Spent that on a watch
Spent that to look at my phone and tell you what time it is
While I do it
I\’ll be fly as shit
Looking like Vogue
The front of it
Hands rub together
Young Stunna bitch
Truck came in
I got runners nigga
(Yea Yea Yea)
Still getting my back ends
Cut em like loose ends
Off with they head yea
Off with them pants
I choose Off-White over Stan Smith
Raised in the backwoods
We on the back porch cooking Tim Smith
I still love Glocks
But we got 10 smiths
And they all got switches
Currensy they some spittas
They some real hittas
Knots in my pants
No bantu
I got that cream
No Cantu
You need a front bud
No can do
(Ayyye)
I mix mud all in my soda
Yo bitch stay all on my scrotum
My blunts Big
They are fruit roll ups
(Ayyye)
I got motion don\’t hold me back
Prices like WalMart
Roll em back
Fuck wit me you getting rolled back
(Ayyye)
My car touchless
I call it clear
You in my trunk if you in the rear
Pack stank so good it causing tears