Big Bub - Roll With Us or Get Rolled Over lyrics

(*talking*) Uh n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a n***a, we some soldiers huh [Hook - 2x] You f**ing with some soldiers, inflated face folders Roll with us n***as, or get rolled over b**h we'll fold ya, steady weaving and bobbing With twin Glocks, that'll leave a n***a forehead slobbing [Buddah Man] Who it be that's me n***a, from 12000 block Bust shots and don't stop, till twelve thousand drop Subject to catch me, in a 2002 drop Palamene inside, penut bu*ter top I'm 18 young, I ain't 18 dumb I got steam with infra' beams, and seventeen come Hollow tips coming out, of a thirty round drum When I drop a two hundred, and thirty pound some A back street thug n***a, my fo'-fo' plug n***as Affiliated with k**ers, and punk foe mud sippers Dice ice fine n***as, creep up from behind n***as Don't need ice my heat, bling-bling blind n***as A pitbull full breed, mash on full speed A hustler head buster, my heart pump block bleed You slip f**ed up, you might not luck up My tool give head wounds, blowing n***as the f** up [Hook - 2x] [Big Bub] When I'm dealing with cheddar, I'm on toes like slippers Pyrex fo's, for 28 gram whippers Avoiding these snitches, and two 22 tippers Affiliated with k**ers, we choppers and ruger rippers Snapping like alligators, and plugging n***as like clippers Heavyweight contenders, hard hitters and tooth chippers Battleship sinkers, and potent pint sippers 20 inch rim feelers, and candy paint drippers n***a we Interstate skaters, dope game gladiators Third time offenders, plus we brick penetrators For seven figgas or greater, we annihilate blocks Bigger n***as with bigger Glocks, and hollow tip shots In the mix ready to bubble, like water in hot pots Aggravated intoxicated, and pulling out stash spots Automatic extended clips, with infrared dots We grave diggers with twelve gauge slugs, and buck shots [Hook - 2x] [T-Pop] I roll with real n***as, I roll with ill n***as Bad to the bone, lunatics and trill n***as Cap peelers and drug dealers, that's my squad I'm not Bin Laden, but I'll drop a bomb Juve, that's not my name The Juggler, and I'm bringing the pain Switching lane to lane, catch you slipping it's over b**h I done told ya, I'm a Laf-Tex soldier Whoa, slow that down lil' daddy You moving kinda fast, but that's kinda loftly daddy Living lavish in the game, I'm a outlaw Plus Poppy, is a southpaw That play the game raw, that's how the game goes Putting the rap game up, in a figure fo' I ain't no ho boy, you better watch how you speak k**ers up on the creep, plus my pitbulls don't sleep it's on n***a