Lyrics Oliver Francis – flip phone
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Rolled out
Rolled up
Yeah
Rolled up in that big truck
Smoked out in that Rolls-Royce
Blowin dope with that bad broad
Shawty know that I got cash
I’ma throw it all if she want that
Every time you see me out
I blow trees out and my blunt fat
Cause I’m rich
Dumpin the clip on a bitch
Inhale the smoke and I exhale the swish
Step to the mic with the venomous spit
She steady workin’ and twerk on the dick
I’m with the shit and I get it
Got loud pack in my swisher
All my life man I kill it, yeah I kill it
All my life I been a hustler
I’m a hustler
How it feels to the be the best
And ain’t nobody else can fuck with ya
I don fuck with ya
Boy you need to get your numbers up
Get your numbers up
How it feel to catch a body with’ the shotty
Twistin up the Marijuana all day
Feet up, countin’ this money all day
Bitch you can’t see us ’cause the money in the way
Bitch I’m sippin’ Ace of Spades, bitch it’s Oli gettin paid
Throwin’ money in the air
Trappin’ on a segway
Trappin on a flip phone
Got the dope for the low
In and out the trap house
Bitch I’m getting bankroll
Know that you ain’t see me
I’m trappin’ on a flip phone, yeh
I’m trappin’ on a flip phone
Hit my line, got the dope for the low, yeh
I’m trappin’ on a flip phone, bitch
I’m trappin’ on a flip phone, yeh
I’m trappin’ on a flip phone
Hit my line, got the dope for the low, yeh
I’m trappin’ on a flip phone, bitch
Bitch I’m on the
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I’m trappin’ on a flip phone
Hit my line, got the dope for the low
I’m trappin’ on a flip phone, bitch
