Gold roll

Cold mac cold p now tell me who stepping like me they couldn't walk a mile let alone put they feet in these shoes a back up off her she then picked while you choose renegade ban wagon jumpers while she and the rest of them became claim jumpers just like Dad big stomping and trash they dumping baby girl no she post to stand tall head up prowling on her scroll and p come her way she no suppose to step on him and make more moves then the matrix while he watch her shit on him and then double back with daddy and stunt on him and knock every chick he check on the strip and bring her home to daddy with our pockets stuff and his bag saggy watch my chick run circles around you and then we dipp on you never in the same I stay moving my peice and always check in homies from blade to blade that's how we play it phonies stacking up the chips and knocking bad go getter ones on the strip like we at the casino and we just hit cause we then jack the hole pot leaving the track smoking and the block hot cause we then beat up that black top and redirected the traffic so we got no spot and they follow us like a hot spot we wifi them all in we call them big Ben chips racking in it's a gold roll homie 

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