[Intro]
Yeah
This is a random dedication to
The white girl with the black girl body
That sucks at texting me back
I don’t know why you do that
Whatever… Roll another

[Verse 1]
Hello motherfucker, hey, hi, here’s a greeting
Push your shit back like your hairline is receding
Girlfriend called me, I hung up like, “Listen, I am in a meeting”
Bitch, my peas aren’t black eyed but listen
I-got-a-feeling I’m the shit, fuck you really babbling
Chickies tryna pay 50 to ride up on this magic stick
Whole clique looking like - like a bunch of almost graduates
Because we almost graduated dropped out, became rappers baby
Hol' up - Amanda called me ugly in the 7th grade
After that I wrote a lot, ain't put the pen away
Grinded enough to be the superstar I need to be
Years later that chick showed up at my meet and greet
Hello bitch, bitch, bitch, look how big my dick has grown
Know I say real shit, real shit, never spit that silicone
Reign of terror, hold the thunder, bad bitch here, I know I’ll fuck her
I don’t smoke but we got weed, so hold up homie, roll another

[Hook]
Roll another [x4]

[Bridge]
Baddest in the room, asses and the boobs
All up in my vision, cause we made these fuckers listen
And we all about each other, run and tell your mother
We got drink, got food, got weed on deck, hold up man
Roll another, roll another

[Verse 2]
No role model, don’t call me that
I ain’t even made it yet, they begging for the old me back
Got a bunch of tats, had some sex and they said
“Holy crap, you changed man, you’re different,"
And I’m like “These haters won’t hold me back”
Ross fat, that's the goal now homie
Maybe cop another crib in SoCal homie
Where the bitches wear the jean shorts every single day
Fuck it every single way, where it usually doesn’t rain
But I gotta keep it real like a real one do
Real one too with a real one crew
Mind real old, but I’m real one new
All these women never looking at what real ones do
These girls wanna talk about, “I really need a man”
Then I comment playing nice guy like, "Ay girl come take my hand”
Then they see the chicks that follow me up on my Instagram
And be like, “You give all these girls attention
What makes me different, different, different?”
Setbacks to loving ass and titties
Got a lot of cuts but chicks don’t wanna be bandaging me
One hundred problems cause I added the bitch
Man these chicks try to control a brother, hold up man, roll another
[Hook]
Roll another [x4]

[Verse 3]
Real shit, real shit, yeah, look
I was at the BET Awards, treated like garbage
Lowest point of life for me, I felt the need to forfeit
Like maybe I should just do videos and make some clothing
Then I checked my Twitter and saw fans rooting me on and I was like
Fuck the negatives in life, I don’t need nobody telling me
That what I do ain’t right, I don’t need all of that energy
Danny got my back and I know Scena got me heavily
What you smoking, homie? Cause my clique just copped some better weed
"Tryna be Drake, be original kid" it’s the sound of my city, like hoe we live in the 6
But the industry don’t get it, these Brampton kids stay hating
This my city till I die, 9-0-5 I ain’t ashamed - this year I ain’t gon’ play around
Shout to all the chicks that said that they would stay around
I gave them some attention, now they act like they don’t know a brother
Little stress, these bitches’ mess, hold up man, roll another (x2)