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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mozzy
Mozzy
Vocals
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Vocals
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claydes Smith
Claydes Smith
Songwriter
Dennis Thomas
Dennis Thomas
Songwriter
George Brown
George Brown
Songwriter
Otha Nash
Otha Nash
Songwriter
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
Richard Westfield
Richard Westfield
Songwriter
Robert Spike Mickens
Robert Spike Mickens
Songwriter
Ronald Bell
Ronald Bell
Songwriter
Timothy Patterson
Timothy Patterson
Songwriter
Norman “DJ Chose” Payne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G. "Fly" Henry
G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering Engineer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Mixing Engineer
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
Anthony Majors
Anthony Majors
Recording Engineer
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ Chose)
(P Crisco)
[Chorus]
Uh, if it's love, say that shit, yeah
If it's war, then we slide too, yeah
I'm too grown to play that shit, yeah
I drop a bag and they gon' find you
Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
Roll with me or get rolled on
Boy, I'm ridin' 'til my soul gone
Cold world, put a coat on
You ain't gang, ****, hold on
Roll with me or get rolled on
[Verse 1]
Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
****, picture me rollin', know I got Pac on, know that I got my Glock on
Self-made, good with that ratchet, play, you gon' die, holmes
Bitch-made, shrimp in the basket, them **** popcorn
Know I'm gon' get my pop on
I hear you **** adlibbing like me, lookin' like my clones
I see you **** actin' all tough, but really mean no harm
I never wish the worst for 'em
Knowin' I'm out that mud and you still wanna throw dirt on me
Keep playin', I got a hearse for 'em
That boy say keep sprayin', ****, keep sprayin' 'til you see one fall
Uh, keep prayin', ****, we ain't sparin' nan' one of y'all
You done got the don involved
I'm the wrong one to call, yeah
[Chorus]
Uh, if it's love, say that shit, yeah
If it's war, then we slide too, yeah
I'm too grown to play that shit, yeah
I drop a bag and they gon' find you
Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
Roll with me or get rolled on
Boy, I'm ridin' 'til my soul gone
Cold world, put a coat on
You ain't gang, ****, hold on
Roll with me or get rolled on
[Verse 2]
Bully with the longnose
Handheld fully, extra handle, frrt, hold on
Medallion with the gold rope
Rollie face snocone
Eyeball the whole zone
Bubble coat needed, the temperatures in my zone cold
I put all of my woes on immediately
Overnight the pack to civilians somewhere in Sicily
Leather in the loft so soft, it came from Italy
Went from bein' broke to a boss, I'm talkin' literally
Look out for your people and feed 'em or that's a penalty
Gotta keep the yeek, it ain't peaches environmentally
He ain't takin' pride in his bangin', a lack of dignity
I handpick the killers and utilize 'em efficiently, on G-O-D
[Chorus]
Uh, if it's love, say that shit, yeah
If it's war, then we slide too, yeah
I'm too grown to play that shit, yeah
I drop a bag and they gon' find you
Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
Roll with me or get rolled on
Boy, I'm ridin' 'til my soul gone
Cold world, put a coat on
You ain't gang, ****, hold on
Roll with me or get rolled on
Written by: Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, George Brown, Norman Payne, Otha Nash, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Richard Westfield, Robert Spike Mickens, Ronald Bell, Timothy Patterson
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