Rolling

I be cooking up some fresh bar's nigga So hard that you can't even still know nigga I be rolling in my sports car nigga and all the chicks will be like go nigga cos I be rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling ×2 I'll be sitting up a tree and you'll be sitting down a creak so sad that you can't even speak cos you were one's a dam freak so dig that people used to flea if I were you I'd tarn and flip or run until I learn to skip or wear a h white sheet maybe then I'd learn to sing and then I'd be better cripp or maybe learn to speak cos if I don't I'll be a prick and people wouldn't sleep