​rollin dope Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
Rollin' dope
I'm rollin' dope, yeah
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rollin' dope
I'm rollin' dope
Bitch, I'm flexin' these lil' clothes
I can't cap I'm rollin' dope
When I talk it sound like stuffy nose, uh, oh
Yeah, designer clothes
Ain't no failing shit, bitch I'm rollin' dope
Yeah

[Chorus]
Overseas my fashion bitch I rock designer clothes
Bitch I'm in love with the bag, so I don't got time for these hoes
Can't forget when I wasn't haven't shit was down bad with my bros
Racks on me like magnets bitch, if it's 'bout somе guap I go
Leave me my [?] bitch, and don't mеss up my clothes
Yeah, this Maison Margiela from Japan lil' bitch, and I think it's two years old
I can't cap I'm always geeked so when I talk it sound like stuffy nose
And I'm sipping lean lil bitch, I'm chillin'
Yeah, I'm rollin dope

[Verse]
Chillin'
I'm chillin', bitch I'm rollin' dope up
Rollin' dope so high I'm out of here don't know which way I'm goin'
Yeah, tryna put these snowflakes on your neck, make it looks like it's snowin'
[?] Rick Owens
I glowed up bitch and I'm still glowin'
Hop on that beat and I slide
You can't see a snake nigga that's your slime
I think that them snake niggas call 'em slimes
And I fuck with my bloods nigga Five Guys
[?] just let you slide
[?] you can't come inside
We smokin' exotic fifty-four-three-five
That n**** a lame, never been outside
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