Rollin Off Sonoma (Ft. Killstation)

[Intro: Sonoma]
Rollin' off the earth, the pistols burst
Pistol smokin' like a port, here's the bitch and check her arm
She's the one, fuck her 'till she cums, then I'm gone
Then I'm gone, then I'm gone
Rollin' off the fuckin' earth, pistols burst
Pistol smokin' like a port, here's the bitch and check her arm
She's the one, fuck her 'till she cums, then I'm gone
Then I'm gone, then I'm gone

[Verse 1: Sonoma]
Shots busted through, it's hectic
Got the semi, see my lost foes, loose ends
Imma be low, pistols burst
Time flies, I see my wrist is bleedin' gold
Flip phone, trappin' and no goal
Rollin' off the earth, the pistols fuckin' burst, the crowd disperse
Yeah bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Have you ever wondered what it's like to make 30K, in a day?
At the age of eighteen, I got the red beam
On my wrist, pistol grip, I fuck your bitch
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be the hottest in the city?
They all fuckin' with me, dippin' from the scene
Water whippin' for the fiends, I'm sippin' lean
Livin' reckless, held on, bitch, I ain't scared, bitch, I don't care