Twi-Lite - Rolling lyrics

Floatin on a cloud and I may not come down Twi-Lite, Juliany, BFG Kamakazi, Man I'm twisted Awe sh**t [Verse 1: Twi-Lite] I be that pretty motherf**a, St. Maarten what I'm repping Got yo b**h flexing, slamming like wrestling Searching for a nice guy, I am no nice guy Toot it then I boot it no connection bad wifi No cigarette smoking when we taking flights You can play with my brian griffin, I'm a family guy On to the next one getting brain Einstein We be rolling stoned age, Hi5 Gimme Hi5 I'm smooth like the Jackson 5 Boink boink lap dance eat it like pacman Yaba daba do it, p**y popping on a handstand Sour diesel strong knock you out like a caveman, cave man I be rocking stage mann, got a bad b**h blowing o's on location Yo KDC invasion did I mention that this b**h is Asian [Hook: Twi-Lite] Trippy n***as, Trippy n***as I be with some hippie n***as Chasing Cash and Blowing O's Trippy n***as, Trippy n***as I be with some hippie n***as Chasing Cash and Blowing O's Rollin (6x) I don't know where I'm Going (6x) But I'm gone [Verse 2: Juliany] Mann all you got is real simple raps What about your sk**s where they at Jacking rhymes from fab come on man, where they do that at Styles of the internet, smile cause I'm in effect Mann you ask around I put it down plus I been a vet Breezin thru the sunshine, All you got it dumb rhymes Im about to k** it but I k** them every punch line Isn't that a contradiction, didn't have a pot to piss in Pissin on my competition, take a bit of logic wisdom Mix it up with lots of spliffin, got ambition and a mission Didn't have to ask permission, speaking now the cla** is listening Cla** is what I'm usually ditching, Cash is what I grew from this sh** Mann I got big booty b**hes ashing on my true religion Don't care what you fools is sniffin, Hoes bring me the newest piffin Just me and you on the screws so you should wait up listen Don't follow rules like in school but you should pay attention You make your moves as you choose or you should play the bench then [Hook: Twi-Lite] Trippy n***as, Trippy n***as I be with some hippie n***as Chasing Cash and Blowing O's Trippy n***as, Trippy n***as I be with some hippie n***as Chasing Cash and Blowing O's Rollin (6x) I don't know where I'm Going (6x) But I'm gone [Verse 3: BFG] Momma was a hustler, Daddy was a dead beat I'm a beat you motherf**ers upside your head Till your f**ing head bleed dead B Ain't no f**ing body gonna track me Who you think the FBI, feed you tuna picks Cook dinner for your girl, No evidence no CSI Who am I to always seem to call me absurd though But if you really wanna find out I can guess you can ask your girl tho Jump motherf**ers like hurdles Hit you up under that belt and rusty shank up in your rib Make sure my presence is felt Don't play the cards I was dealt, rather rob the dealer instead Take the kings and aces out the stacks and put the rest out for grabs Don't do credit just cash, blowing that money like hash Got my own trade station in the basement wanna train your girl back to bed How you like that, yeah we the sickest Don't give a f** bout you b**hes, you compare to me just quit it You'll make yourself look ridiculous, Aye yo Twi-Lite Go ahead and tell these boats what it is, cuz at the end of the day I don't plan to give a f** about this sh**, Now come on [Hook: Twi-Lite] Trippy n***as, Trippy n***as I be with some hippie n***as Chasing Cash and Blowing O's Trippy n***as, Trippy n***as I be with some hippie n***as Chasing Cash and Blowing O's Rollin (6x) I don't know where I'm Going (6x) But I'm gone