Rolling Loud Lyrics by Ynw Melly
[Ynw Melly]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How *** the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a *** gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right
[Ynw Melly]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ *** (Money, lil’ ***)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These *** be suckin’ and swallowin’ ***
I swear I can’t trust ’em for *** (Trust ’em for ***)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ *** (Dusty lil’ ***)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ ***
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)
[Ynw Melly]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that *** shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna *** on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, *** I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger
[Ynw Melly]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ *** (Money, lil’ ***)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These *** be suckin’ and swallowin’ ***
I swear I can’t trust ’em for *** (Trust ’em for ***)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ *** (A dusty lil’ ***)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ ***
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)
[Ynw Melly]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is ***, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this *** get disrespectful
Beat the *** one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna ***, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ *** ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the *** she got goin’ on, this *** so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this *** and shoot it at you people (You people)
[Ynw Melly]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ *** (Money, lil’ ***)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These *** be suckin’ and swallowin’ ***
I swear I can’t trust ’em for *** (Trust ’em for ***)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ *** (A dusty lil’ ***)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ ***
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair
[Ynw Melly]
You gon’ get *** from the *** by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young *** World, young *** wavy
World, young *** wavy
Ynw Melly, We All Shine Tracklist
01. City Girls
02. No Heart
03. Rolling Loud
04. Robbery
05. Beat A *** Block
06. Hold Up (Wait 1 Min)
07. No More
08. No Holidays
09. Mixed Personalities
10. Why You Gotta Walk Like That???
11. *** PNC Bank
12. Ingridientz
13. Curtain (Burtains)
14. Control Me
15. Alarm
16. Butter Pecan
