Shooter Wit a Rollie Shad da God

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, God
Yeah

[Chorus]
Come through, I'm geekin', one thousand percent
[?] got [?] come through the VIP
Intercontinental and a continental bitch
Got a shooter with a Rollie and he keep it on his wrist
Got a shooter with a Rollie and he keep it on his wrist
Got a shooter with a Rollie, hit with all of this shit
Dope comin' in, they watch it comin' out of the [?]
I'm puttin' on them fabrics and I'm fresher than [?]

[Verse]
I'm comin' out the blue every time out the [?]
I'm with that bankroll, know you love that [?]
I'm sippin' on that syrup, on that country boy shit
My shooter got a Rollie that he keep on his wrist
My shooter got a, my shooter got a
My shooter got a, my shooter got a
Rollie [?] run every time that she [?]
[?] rest in peace Actavis
I hope it resurrect
Bitch, I'm on a perc in the field like a charter jet
Public on a private jet
I posted on the 'Gram, now they know I'm worth a chizzeck
My niggas down the road [?] through the [?]
I told him I still got him for the low like a outlet
I wrestle like a relay, they slower than a delay
Extendo on me today, I pay that bitch to parlay
I spit that pimpin' every day, [?] for a [?]
I had to keep exotic marijuana on a intake