Paper Lovee, YNW Melly — I’m Rollin

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[Intro: YNW Melly]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way
Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
I’m rollin’, I’m rollin’
Pull up with a forty, get to bustin’ at your homies
Your homies, your homies
Tell that bitch come chew my dick like some baloney
He say that he strapped and he say that he ready, I hope that he want it
I’m straight from the jungle, I’m straight out the gutter, I’m straight from the jungle
And I am with Paper Lovee, whole lot of paper love
We really love the paper, we like pullin’ them capers, yeah
It’s Melly baby, yeah it’s Melly baby
Big Glock, no nothin’ three-eighty
Pull up with the sticks like the Navy
And you know I’m out of Zone 6
I’m gon’ make that ho suck on my dick
And if Paper them wanna fuck that ho then we ’bout to have to run a train on her
Ooh, run a train on her
Go ‘head and just drop that brain on me
Stupid lil bitch I got guns, I got niggas with me and they all got good brains on ’em
Shoot your ass dead in your top
Shoot your ass dead in your ladder
It’s me and Paper Lovee, yeah he fuck with Lil Melly

[Verse 2: Paper Lovee]
Big homie just threw some stain on me
Water on my wrist like I got rain on me
And I know why these fuck niggas hatin’ on me
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money, lil nigga keep waitin’ on me
I will never stop, nah, I will never drop
Sittin’ on the top all to myself nigga
All my niggas up, nigga wasn’t nobody else screamin’ but my motherfuckin’ self nigga
Niggas don’t keep it real, I still help niggas
Splashin’ on them liil niggas, Michael Phelps nigga
Still murder gang, keep two guns on me
Bitch you know that set what I rep nigga
And I’m reppin’ that set to my death nigga
You ain’t talkin’ Paper Love, you know I’m a deaf nigga
You ain’t talkin’ Paper Love, speak to someone else nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
Who who who, yeah I want you
Suck on this dick, slurp it like some chicken soup
No, I’m talkin’ bicken noodle soup
I got three bitches inside of a coupe
I got three bitches inside of a boupe
And they wanna fuck me ’cause we suwoop
I do not fuck on the bitches in cliques
Stake in his head like juju
Snackin’ the bitch like um-um
I’ma cow in the pussy like moo
Yup, lil bitch name sushi
Lil bitch say she wanna do me
Beat the bitch inside of the Jabuzzi
Beat the bitch inside of the Jacuzzi
Pussy soakin’, yeah I got her gushing
Melly bitch, your bitch under illusion
And I’m not ‘luminati, pullin’ Maserati
These bitches gon’ fuck ’cause I caught me a body
I caught me a body, I caught me some shawtys nigga, yeah
Pulled up on them niggas with a hundred rounds
If a fuck nigga talkin’ shit bro we gon’ gun him down
And Lil Melly from the, yeah yeah bitch he run his town
No, I really run my town
Ridin’ down with you, he run the whole damn 6

[Verse 4: Paper Lovee]
Run the town, run his mouth
Tryna hide him, we gon’ find him, hunt him down
If we can’t catch him at the spot
Catch his folks at the spot, burn it down
Bitch I’m set so you next
Bitch I’m up ‘fore you know it, I want now
Pullin’ up, hoppin’ out
Walkin’ up, you know we gon’ run him down
Still keep that jimmy on me
They don’t think a nigga got it, think I’m lackin’ ’cause these skinnies on me
Still fuckin’ with my whole team
And I’m ridin’ for my niggas every time, even when it’s on E
If a nigga get up on me
Pocket rocket on me nigga, I’ma get him off me, him
And I’m at the beach with Melly, fuckin’ bitches at the telly
Keep a side that I’m [?], I’m the shit ’cause you can smell it, set

[Verse 5: YNW Melly]
Ooh ooh, girl I’m the shit ’cause you smell it, that pussy need [?], yeah yeah
Pull up with choppers and shoot at you nigga, we convicted felons, yeah yeah
I got locked up for three years, didn’t do no fuckin’ tellin’, whoa whoa
I never made it to college, bitches had to expel me
I had to get it and get it and get it and get it and get it and get it
She wanna fuck with my dog, fuck with my dog, fuck with my friend
Yeah that’s my slime, yeah thet’s my woe, we don’t tell ’em none’ ’bout no
We gon’ pull up with them licks and fuckin’ blow up on ’em, blow up on ’em
Blow up on ’em, bitch grow up on ’em
Fold up on ’em, with the forty