Rollin'

Lowland, baby You already know 973 Jae Flow! I just poured me up a 4 And now I’m riding the beat My shorty looking hella cute But she dance like freak I be loading up the clip While I drive down the street Fucked around and dropped a couple They fell under the seat Now I'm on rock, on rock Shorty drink that dirty pop Running up the bands Shorty look at me, say Whatcha Got? All these niggas cappin' Look at me I am what you not Turn the stove up 400 Degreez Man the block is hot Shorty shake it, till she drop Call my phone, she getting blocked If you try to run up on my gang Then you getting hopped And your arms not long enough my nigga You can't box with God Ayo Jae! Bring that shit back! I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a problem Okay you a goon But what's a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing, nothing You ain't scaring nothing Rollin' off a bean Man, I think I live in Boston Came in with the drip Got the sauce, she be lost in Tongue between her legs by that creek Like I'm Dawson Took it real slow, like I'm on codeine Left a smile on shorty face Cause the dick game mean And I'm rollin' Dropped about a 50 pointer on my wrist And I'm rollin' And I'm with a fine brown skin She look like Kelly Rowland And I let her hold the keys She fucking drive it like she stole it, Uh Damn, she mooking hard off a star She be rollin' Dropped about a 50 pointer on my wrist And I'm rollin' And I'm with a fine brown skin She look like Kelly Rowland And I let her hold the keys She fucking drive it like she stole it, Uh Damn, she mooking hard off a star She be rollin' Jae Flow - The Breaks Prod by Jae Flow Uh, Ayo give me some room Hold up, hold up man Ayo, I said give me some room aight? Uh, yo, Uh Uh, it's Jae and I represent the Low With 16's to go like I’m Dr. Gero You hate to see it I’m at ya show, talking to your hoe She just want something real You know how the game goes Jealous boyfriends always get on my nerves Always calling up their shorty while I play in her curls Send him to voicemail She love my stories bout wholesale Whipping up the fish scale Kitchen feels like Hell Uh but we so close to heaven I speak the gospel but nothing like a reverend No half stepping, you can’t fuck with my salsa Lowland forever, you can’t fuck with the mantra Summer time's here, I’m outchea with the contra Green with the orange hairs looking like Blanka Hannnn Crushing pills in the ziplock Got me on criss-cross, baby I been lost I feel like I’m the most slept on Here comes the boogie man, looney man Sleeping with ya lights on She think she Brittany with my python Giving her backshots Screaming out "It's Jae!" with my flights on Duyan Joy Oh you fucking snapped nigga You fucking snapped Yo How the fuck this nigga got cigarettes in his nose, ears and mouth, still rapping? Somebody get this man