Smoke Boys Roll With Me Lyrics
Roll With Me by Smoke Boys
[Hook: Sleeks]
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up
[Verse 1: Deepee]
They know they're familiar
She rolling my weed up
It's only amnesia
Section only in the speaker
The mandem are old and they need them a breather
I know where my soul [?]
I don't know him, I showed him the beater
Bullet running around and I heard there's a drought
I was all on the route with Neena
Bro went bin then bro came out
Then bro went back to the freezer
Word, shit heard cause its deeper
Swerve, [?] came in the Beamer
Still puttin work in the curb
And the verse I'll burst, she a speaker
[Verse 2: Littlez]
Get your Ps up
Half a brick just re'ed up
In my whip I'm speeding, nigga I'll leave ya
Tell the man there keep up, my dogs ain't squeezing this size speaker
Tryna [?] like fever
She want to roll with me, gotta roll my weed up
And she holds that beat up, think that I might keep up
I was so broke down, couldn't cope man
With the paper I tell man, I phone man
Roll with the stick like an old man
Bro don't smoke [?], but he might smoke man
Thought you wanna be a roadman?
Get phoned in the bin, could you cope fam?
Better get with the program
Gyal scream Section like it's a slogan
[Hook: Sleeks]
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up
[Verse 3: Sleeks]
Bagging up Z's bagging up draws trying to get my Ps
Trappin ain't dead, may be yours, my connect's in the speakers
And man wan' talk about real, but the Section's realer
They're moist, make a young G spray up the heater
On the road with the amne' pack
6.5 for a box Imma grab that
No face no case with a bang bang
Witness take a guess like hangman
I be on the back streets, I'm speedin
If I make gear 6 I'll leave him
Tell her roll that weed up, I got loud like speaker
Nigga get you Ps up
[Hook: Sleeks]
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up
[Verse 4: Knine]
Hunch O's need hunch O's
Tryna stack cheese, them nachos them nachos
She Dubai, shape nice, and her hair set like Rapunzel
Young boys in the dumb hype, green light that's nuttin but trouble
The amne' got me buzzin like a bumble
With the Section you don't wanna rumble
Same gyal they coughin up, them gyal that we run through
Skatin through your ends in an old school
That's spinner can beat, but that freeze kinda old school
That dotty a long tool
From my guys from the cage [?]
That [?] that front [?] gettin flame on
[Verse 5: Swift]
Roll that weed up, do them trees up
Tryna put my feet up
She wants a feeler
More figures in the kitchen, whippin up them zebras
Doin that wrist ting, like you tryna do a wheeler
Hurricane Katrina, you can ask Neena
That paigon's a witness, he told feds that he's seen us
Friends in prison, them man fi get freed up
Skeng lookin different, they're like what's that heater?
[Hook: Sleeks]
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up
[Verse 1: Deepee]
They know they're familiar
She rolling my weed up
It's only amnesia
Section only in the speaker
The mandem are old and they need them a breather
I know where my soul [?]
I don't know him, I showed him the beater
Bullet running around and I heard there's a drought
I was all on the route with Neena
Bro went bin then bro came out
Then bro went back to the freezer
Word, shit heard cause its deeper
Swerve, [?] came in the Beamer
Still puttin work in the curb
And the verse I'll burst, she a speaker
[Verse 2: Littlez]
Get your Ps up
Half a brick just re'ed up
In my whip I'm speeding, nigga I'll leave ya
Tell the man there keep up, my dogs ain't squeezing this size speaker
Tryna [?] like fever
She want to roll with me, gotta roll my weed up
And she holds that beat up, think that I might keep up
I was so broke down, couldn't cope man
With the paper I tell man, I phone man
Roll with the stick like an old man
Bro don't smoke [?], but he might smoke man
Thought you wanna be a roadman?
Get phoned in the bin, could you cope fam?
Better get with the program
Gyal scream Section like it's a slogan
[Hook: Sleeks]
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up
[Verse 3: Sleeks]
Bagging up Z's bagging up draws trying to get my Ps
Trappin ain't dead, may be yours, my connect's in the speakers
And man wan' talk about real, but the Section's realer
They're moist, make a young G spray up the heater
On the road with the amne' pack
6.5 for a box Imma grab that
No face no case with a bang bang
Witness take a guess like hangman
I be on the back streets, I'm speedin
If I make gear 6 I'll leave him
Tell her roll that weed up, I got loud like speaker
Nigga get you Ps up
[Hook: Sleeks]
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up
[Verse 4: Knine]
Hunch O's need hunch O's
Tryna stack cheese, them nachos them nachos
She Dubai, shape nice, and her hair set like Rapunzel
Young boys in the dumb hype, green light that's nuttin but trouble
The amne' got me buzzin like a bumble
With the Section you don't wanna rumble
Same gyal they coughin up, them gyal that we run through
Skatin through your ends in an old school
That's spinner can beat, but that freeze kinda old school
That dotty a long tool
From my guys from the cage [?]
That [?] that front [?] gettin flame on
[Verse 5: Swift]
Roll that weed up, do them trees up
Tryna put my feet up
She wants a feeler
More figures in the kitchen, whippin up them zebras
Doin that wrist ting, like you tryna do a wheeler
Hurricane Katrina, you can ask Neena
That paigon's a witness, he told feds that he's seen us
Friends in prison, them man fi get freed up
Skeng lookin different, they're like what's that heater?
[Hook: Sleeks]
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
She wanna roll with me, I tell her roll my weed up
And when she's blowing me Imma put my feet up
I'm in the back road doin gear 6
With a hondo I'll leave ya
You got a trap phone but it stack slow, nigga get your Ps up
Get your Ps up get your Ps up