Slow Roll Boldy James & The Alchemist

[Intro]
All my youngins be on go mode
Slow roll, all my youngins be on go mode
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
Used to pack it up, had to slow roll, tryna trap me up a dough roll
Hundred round Drac' and the long nose, thuggin' on 8 with the .44s
High-speed chase through the Drug Zone
Runnin' from Jake and the popo
They claim the gang but they subpar
Short a hundred Percs, need another jar
Been a hot boy with them rock stars
Watching out for the sweep off of Dunbar
Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked
Sitting on a corner in the hood parked
Said he beat his gun charge, seen't 'em in the hood
Hop out the back of a squad car
Either you trap or you farm hot
Choppers with straps on the arm stock
Slidin' with Glocks in the armrest
Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck
Put that chopper to a nigga lips like some fuckin' Carmex
Blow the Artex, DJ run it back like a fuckin' hot track
Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my nigga Mas back
Turn your town into Old Country Buffet
But we met the plug at Outback
We was back and forth down in K-Y, runnin' with the Wildcats
Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack
Hate my irritating ass Js but a nigga love to count racks