Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ilajide
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kortez Marion
Songwriter
Lyrics
Roll it it up donʼt throw it it up
Blowin that bud to tore it it up
Uh gon lif it up Donʼt donʼt get enough Gon lif it up gon gon lif it up
Thought I wasnʼt gonna rap on it (uh) But a **** gon trap on it (uh)
D4L **** snap on it
Huesseign bolt I lap on it
They they nap on it but I dream catch
To mix up the facts funk and the boombap
I Also like to swag on a little bit of trap
But this Pocket Jams back like a relapse
Diss national like my name Colin Kap
Kan Kick Be trippin but we still performin Stack
We tried divide the dividends then he ainʼt hit us back The realest shit is he be mad cause we just made it slap The shit is like a Snapple give you juice and then the facts The shit a make you looser like the screws undo the latch Iʼm on my Bobby hill you know I love the buddah sack
Or snoop and dr Dre like this and like that
The chronic by the pack cops packed they gat
Threw me in back took sack then matched
It happens all the time Oakland County where they at Then tell me not to contrast white versus black
Bitch whatʼs the happs see the racists in tact
This Like ya favorite bar got that flavor on tap
I only got a sister but big brother on tap
I love the technology but shit itʼs just a trap
The prosecutor seen my profile on an app
I know my probation officer peeped the track
Itʼs like a000 dollars **** file bout a stack
So ima stop incriminating Tez thru the raps (syke ****)
Roll it it up donʼt throw it it up
Blowin that bud to tore it it up
Uh gon lif it up Donʼt donʼt get enough Gon lif it up gon gon lif it up
Roll it it up donʼt throw it it up
Blowin that bud to tore it it up
Uh gon lif it up Donʼt donʼt get enough Gon lif it up gon gon lif it up
They think my super vision need some supervision Pissed what I be givin
Itʼs clearer than a prism
Livin through the rhythmbut livin is a prison
When you a Africanʼt do shit or you in prison
Iʼm legit when Iʼm makin that check Breakin the deck got you breakin yo neck Say it wit chest got mo heart than Kev Iʼm not the best? Skull emoji Iʼm dead
How Iʼm feelin when the cops by the Honda
Zoom zoom like the commodores in a Mazda
Soon soon I will be free from ya honor
Resume sume smoke like the steam room or sauna
Boom boom TNT me know that drama
Bitches wonʼt be trippin when I bring in them commas
Why Iʼm in the lab today and mañana Perfect the wrap like stuffed enchiladas
Get up out the trap be the mission n shit
But I love heat wrote this in the kitchen n shit
I prefer beats hundred beats per minute and shit bang bang bang John Witherspoon wit the shit
Roll it it up donʼt throw it it up
Blowin that bud to tore it it up
Uh gon lif it up Donʼt donʼt get enough Gon lif it up gon gon lif it up
Roll it it up donʼt throw it it up
Blowin that bud to tore it it up
Uh gon lif it up Donʼt donʼt get enough Gon lif it up gon gon lif it up
Written by: Kortez Marion