Roll Up Smokin’ Quavo

[Intro: Quavo & *Takeoff*]
*Durel pulled up*
Yeah
Know what I'm talking about
Know what I mean
*Durel made the beat I'ma rob with*
Nawfside shit, Nawfside
Backdoor action, you dig what I'm saying

[Chorus]
Roll up, I'm smoking on Gary (Gary)
My girlfriend acting too petty
These diamonds hit different, baguettis
In the field I carry machete
I dress it up make it look sexy
I fuck it up make it look messy
I beat it up better not text me
I pull up better not press me

[Verse 1]
I'm bopping a boo call her betty
Keep an eye open no fetty
Dropping the dope on the jetty
Yes sir, we got them, is ready
The pot it come with no handles
The water is wetter than Panama
Double C, Chanel, no channel
Thirty thousand, that's a minimum
She can get critical
[?]
I took myself out the picture
And niggas look bitter
Then I pull up off the dribble
Splash your niggas, I killed them
I'm tapping into niggas mentals
Don't get in my way I'ma flip them