Uh baby
It's too, it's too
Uh baby
It's too late for you
Uh baby
It's too late
It's too late
I just started rolling
I just filled my lungs up
I just pulled my cup out
I just spilled my blunt goods
All these bitches on er
My niggas 100
But we rollin up and keep pourin it up
It's too late for you but it's not for us
I just started rolling
I just filled my lungs up
I just pulled my cup out
I just spilled my blunt goods
All these bitches on er
My niggas 100
Now we cornered up and keep rolling up
It's too late for them but it's not for us
Like my women, like my liquor, no light go dark
And still I go ride mo hard
Girl I know you know me, I'm with Michael Rocks
Keep it J in the middle like Michael Fox
Or you're shiny too, go Socks, go Hawks
Go Katie, go 10, go hard
We can live lux, do a lap go kart
On T for your mark, get ready go start
Uh a nigga geek'd up, look at all these D cups
Uh a nigga classy, lean all in my tea cup
Damn that socky sneak up
Look how fast, 2 weeks up
Ya'll too weak, to east too weak
I'm free to freeleach weed stop
Ha ha ha, chugu fast nigga
Foo fool ass niggas
Roy Airs like who that nigga
That's a wrap and you spooked that nigga
Dick hoes, they wanna juke that nigga
And everybody else wanna shake you
Breakin ankles with banko
It's a little too late, quite frankly no thank you
I just started rolling
I just filled my lungs up
I just pulled my cup out
I just spilled my blunt goods
All these bitches on er
My niggas 100
But we rollin up and keep pourin it up
It's too late for you but it's not for us
I just started rolling
I just filled my lungs up
I just pulled my cup out
I just spilled my blunt goods
All these bitches on er
My niggas 100
Now we cornered up and keep rolling up
It's too late for them but it's not for us
I'm one on one with your favorite lady
I'm in her house like central airs
I'm in her air and between her legs
I can't lick that shit if there's pimples there
If it's no takes and it's nothing left
I get my gold plate and my silverwear
You pick up tabs and pay her bills
And you take her kids to build a bare
Ain't no cutting corners in the winner's circle
So motherfucker you still in squares
My nigga got the Loubroy, Bretton iguanas
The branchy kind of playa but it's still okay
And I'll dream of money when I'll fall asleep
It's hundred dollar bills in the pillow case
My niggas trues it gone, you gonna fill er space
Who gon fill his shoes, you can't run this race
Gon my money, your honey is on my case
I don't want it, I hit it, that's all I take
I'm on liquor, I'm leanin but I'm okay
I don't kick it with niggas cause all ya'll fake
I'm with my homies, my homies, my niggas, my niggas
Who cannot be split up cause that's how they get us
The liquor, the litter, the diamonds, the glitter
All of this cheddar we tryina get rid of
I just started rolling
I just filled my lungs up
I just pulled my cup out
I just spilled my blunt goods
All these bitches on er
My niggas 100
But we rollin up and keep pourin it up
It's too late for you but it's not for us
I just started rolling
I just filled my lungs up
I just pulled my cup out
I just spilled my blunt goods
All these bitches on er
My niggas 100
Now we cornered up but keep rolling up
It's too late for them but it's not for us
Uh baby
It's too, it's too
Uh baby
It's too late for you
Uh baby
It's too late
It's too late