New Rollie
Yeah, yeah
Yuh, let's go, yeah
(Oh my God, WellFed)
Run it up, yuh, yuh, yuh
Let's go
I'm heatin' up, strike a few matches
They see me winnin' they askin' "what happened?"
They hit me back and
They got the guap ready for me, so I go collect it in backend
I got all the tools that I would need to just succeed
So if they talkin' down to me, can kiss the Yeezys on my feet, yuh
I got a brand new rollie
So talk it all you wanna'
I be makin' plays like Kobe
Count it up with a whole new comma
Block out the hate I'm a goalie
Make the opps sweat like the sauna
They don't like it they can pull up on me
When I'm dead let 'em tell my story
Wanna' act like they all know me, I was at ya' last show I saw ya'
Comin' at me like, "Bro you owe me"
Ion' know ya' like that get off me
All 'em wanna' say they love me
Where the love back when I started?
You just want me for the guap not for me
All because I got a brand new rollie
All my life been sayin' sorry, now that's all I hear when they go call me
They say, "Bro ya' music is gnarly," back then they said I was never gon' be
What I am today
Start to feel like they makin' me a castaway
Cryin' to Wilson where they left me stranded, aye
I don't know what I'ma do when you go in and cut the bass, so yuh
But I guess I'll spit
Cuz you know I got ice on wrist put the price on list
When they cryin' to they momma they gon' know I went in and I put the spice in this
Ion' think they know what I'm 'bout
So I might go in and break it down
And i know I'm not good but they had me on
Sit down and I start you a marathon
You know Lou got the game on lock
Been this way, way before I was hot
Stackin' benjis 'till they drop
Call it Jenga like Lincoln Logs
Miss life before I grew up
Hands up if ya' feel that's tough
I'ma do what I can to y'all, and I don't forget who help me blow up
I swear sometimes it feel like I am alone
Think to myself I was better before
Gettin' my bread do my thing on my own
If they do not like me then just tell me so
I'm not sure my mind can handle the fame
I'm sticking to rap, I'ma stick to my brain
Ion' care 'bout y'all cuz y'all are just lame
I can't be the only one feelin the same
I'm heatin' up, strike a few matches
They see me winnin' they askin' "what happened?"
They hit me back and
They got the guap ready for me, so I go collect it in backend
I got all the tools that I would need to just succeed
So if they talkin' down to me, can kiss the Yeezys on my feet, yuh
I got a brand new rollie
So talk it all you wanna'
I be makin' plays like Kobe
Count it up with a whole new comma
Block out the hate I'm a goalie
Make the opps sweat like the sauna
They don't like it they can pull up on me
When I'm dead let 'em tell my story
Wanna' act like they all know me, I was at ya' last show I saw ya'
Comin' at me like, "Bro you owe me"
Ion' know ya' like that get off me
All 'em wanna' say they love me
Where the love back when I started?
You just want me for the guap not for me
All because I got a brand new rollie
Brand new rollie
I got a
I got a
I got a brand new rollie
Yeah
Louis Swagú, yeah
(Oh my God, WellFed)
Yuh, let's go, yeah
(Oh my God, WellFed)
Run it up, yuh, yuh, yuh
Let's go
I'm heatin' up, strike a few matches
They see me winnin' they askin' "what happened?"
They hit me back and
They got the guap ready for me, so I go collect it in backend
I got all the tools that I would need to just succeed
So if they talkin' down to me, can kiss the Yeezys on my feet, yuh
I got a brand new rollie
So talk it all you wanna'
I be makin' plays like Kobe
Count it up with a whole new comma
Block out the hate I'm a goalie
Make the opps sweat like the sauna
They don't like it they can pull up on me
When I'm dead let 'em tell my story
Wanna' act like they all know me, I was at ya' last show I saw ya'
Comin' at me like, "Bro you owe me"
Ion' know ya' like that get off me
All 'em wanna' say they love me
Where the love back when I started?
You just want me for the guap not for me
All because I got a brand new rollie
All my life been sayin' sorry, now that's all I hear when they go call me
They say, "Bro ya' music is gnarly," back then they said I was never gon' be
What I am today
Start to feel like they makin' me a castaway
Cryin' to Wilson where they left me stranded, aye
I don't know what I'ma do when you go in and cut the bass, so yuh
But I guess I'll spit
Cuz you know I got ice on wrist put the price on list
When they cryin' to they momma they gon' know I went in and I put the spice in this
Ion' think they know what I'm 'bout
So I might go in and break it down
And i know I'm not good but they had me on
Sit down and I start you a marathon
You know Lou got the game on lock
Been this way, way before I was hot
Stackin' benjis 'till they drop
Call it Jenga like Lincoln Logs
Miss life before I grew up
Hands up if ya' feel that's tough
I'ma do what I can to y'all, and I don't forget who help me blow up
I swear sometimes it feel like I am alone
Think to myself I was better before
Gettin' my bread do my thing on my own
If they do not like me then just tell me so
I'm not sure my mind can handle the fame
I'm sticking to rap, I'ma stick to my brain
Ion' care 'bout y'all cuz y'all are just lame
I can't be the only one feelin the same
I'm heatin' up, strike a few matches
They see me winnin' they askin' "what happened?"
They hit me back and
They got the guap ready for me, so I go collect it in backend
I got all the tools that I would need to just succeed
So if they talkin' down to me, can kiss the Yeezys on my feet, yuh
I got a brand new rollie
So talk it all you wanna'
I be makin' plays like Kobe
Count it up with a whole new comma
Block out the hate I'm a goalie
Make the opps sweat like the sauna
They don't like it they can pull up on me
When I'm dead let 'em tell my story
Wanna' act like they all know me, I was at ya' last show I saw ya'
Comin' at me like, "Bro you owe me"
Ion' know ya' like that get off me
All 'em wanna' say they love me
Where the love back when I started?
You just want me for the guap not for me
All because I got a brand new rollie
Brand new rollie
I got a
I got a
I got a brand new rollie
Yeah
Louis Swagú, yeah
(Oh my God, WellFed)
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Writer(s): Grant Davis
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