Bitch i ain't rolling this gas for no reason Turn that shit up bro Loud as hell, loud as hell Yea, bitch i ain't rolling this gas for no reason Bro ain't got the mask for no reason Nah Ok I Ok I pull up on niggas like steph Walk down a nigga like steps Light day a nigga still drip Match my fly wit my chick Outside nigga ain't in My girl bad like sin Money in my pocket like lint Sauce on me like ribs Aye Money play off of the wrist Whats the intent Please can you just keep it 100 Before we pull up and take one from it We the cloth, you ain't cut from it New grill you ain't done fronting And exhaust dripping, say the nose running And the Rozay keep the flows coming You ain't smoking nothing Yea, bitch i ain't rolling this gas for no reason Bro ain't got the mask for no reason Nah Yea, bitch i ain't rolling this gas for no reason Bro ain't got the mask for no reason Nah Ok I