Roll Up, Pour Up Songtext
von Smoke DZA feat. Killa Kyleon

[** feat. Killa Kyleon:]

I wanna pour my drink, roll up my weed, lay the seats back cruise at a slow speed*
I′m trying to find me a bitch lied up and jump fly
Trying to make a couple of dollars just so I can get by
I wanna pour my drink, roll up my weed, lay the seats back cruise at a slow speed
I'm trying to find me a bitch lied up and jump fly
Trying to make a couple of dollars just so I can get by


I just wanna roll my joint, get a little chick to kick it
Only time I′m sipping drink it's when Killa fix it
She be tasting like cool eh, fuck around, chuck a whole ounce and be sleep like 2 days
Don't get explicit, I′m a stoner
Ain′t nothing like a strong marijuana aroma
Pure hand papers, we smoke like grown ups
84 slaps doing donuts
H town, after H world
You trying to roll with the winner circle, would you say girl?
You gonna be down and be down and no play girl
Little cutie get hit the duty if she able
I'm saying, I′m just an up town boy
Holler nigger, study hustling g like that nigger from... trying to sell you some
Still bullshitting babble on, I'm just trying to marathon with my nigger Kyleon

I wanna pour my drink, roll up my weed, lay the seats back cruise at a slow speed
I′m trying to find me a bitch lied up and jump fly
Trying to make a couple of dollars just so I can get by
I wanna pour my drink, roll up my weed, lay the seats back cruise at a slow speed
I'm trying to find me a bitch lied up and jump fly
Trying to make a couple of dollars just so I can get by


Yes he stepped in the building nigger, it′s Killa and Dza nigger
Get a compass and gps look you gonna find some really nigger
I stay road in the potter so call me the lizard nigger
And I'm a keep sipping drinks till I need a new liver, nigger
So I guess I'm slizzard nigger my mind, don′t treat them chicks like a bad
Keep switching up like my time zone
My grand stroke, emo any rockets what I′m on
Straight to that tele teller I'm skipping that land loan
If it ain′t about no dollars then it ain't too much we can talk about
My exes speak louder words you broke niggers talk a lot
While you blabla, I′m running getting fool
Roll up and rolled up in I'm griping
I hit the hood on my paper chase no homo, my paper′s straight
Our money, you looking traded, that must been your paper lane
From Houston to Harlem whirl like they pay my bills do
And that's on the first and plus the 50 with my bills deal

I wanna pour my drink, roll up my weed, lay the seats back cruise at a slow speed
I'm trying to find me a bitch lied up and jump fly
Trying to make a couple of dollars just so I can get by
I wanna pour my drink, roll up my weed, lay the seats back cruise at a slow speed
I′m trying to find me a bitch lied up and jump fly
Trying to make a couple of dollars just so I can get by.