Lyrics

Talks:

What color it is? (Look!)

Hook:

Told my lil' bitch, look roll up/
She got a attitude, like hold up!
Sippin' on that purple, make a nigga slow up/
Smokin' on that purp, make me go up

Hook (2nd part) [Repeats 2x] :

Roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up
So many blunts, that I think im bout to throw up
Call the radio ,I think im bout to blow up

1st Verse:

Yea, a nigga eat pork..but I don't fuck wit' them pigs/
So a nigga chief tree, but I don't puff on them cigs
She asked me, whats my type...told her the 1's that don't wear them weave or wigs/
And not selfish, stay humble, not diggin' for gold..and love the kid
But im a grown ass dude, that hold his own without a lend/
Wit' these vicious ass bars, my nickname should be Sid
And we trappin' new tons, and I aint talkin' bout no figs/
And by we, I mean the crew, team keep it street...yea them my nigs
You can listen to every song, got rap figured out..cant go wrong/
Gimme' some dutches or backwoods, cause I don't use no fuckin' bongs
Hit the L, take the flow to the 'yo, come up with hits that make you know we gon' blow/
Booking agents, promoters payin' stacks for a show..damn right we gon go!
How 'bout bet a G, that you could never portray me/
My niggas hustle tree...while we rock "L-R-G"
Don't mistake VA for the lover's state, you prolly knew it was the hustler's state/
Getting' all this cheese, on top of this bread..you would think it came out the factory!

Hook:

Told my lil' bitch, look roll up/
She got a attitude, like hold up!
Sippin' on that purple, make a nigga slow up/
Smokin' on that purp, make me go up

Hook (2nd part) [Repeats 2x] :

Roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up
So many blunts that I think im bout to throw up
Call the radio I think im bout to blow up

2nd Verse:

Yea that zip come in a zip, sell the mid..roll the piff/
Smoke a whole zone, got a nigga straight gone off the rip
I be flippin' mo' than cable, I be stuck like a staple/
Me and my potna' blaze like this, it aint even the 20th of April
My first name ain't Jason, but they know that I am da Kidd/
Haters ready for me to die, 'cause they know that I does it BIG
Makavelli, trapavelli, time to get high..lets watch Belly/
This pack that just came in..almost same color as some jelly
Old folks call it trash, I stuff it in a trash-bag/
Four-Four-eight in my whip, that's what I call a gas-bag
Pound sign, add a pound..now that's a real hash-tag/
My lil' chick blow me down, same way she do a hash-bag
How 'bout bet a G, ya' shit you rollin' come with seeds/
You heard that I be paranoid, 'cause I be growin' all these tweeds
Don't mistake VA for the lover's state, by now you should know its the hustler's state/
Getting' all this cheese, on top of this cake..you would think it came out the factory!


Hook:

Told my lil' bitch, look roll up/
She got a attitude, like hold up!
Sippin' on that purple, make a nigga slow up/
Smokin' on that purp, make me go up

Hook (2nd part) [Repeats 2x] :

Roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up
So many blunts, that I think im bout to throw up
Call the radio ,I think im bout to blow up