TMR - Roll Call lyrics

Who told y'all to come in I'm f**ing this b**h like b**h can you stop running If you don't run to the cash b**h ima dip With me it's a gift when you walk on my hip Get back to the telly (Hotel) no talking just strip When it's time for the jack grab the mac and the whip I feed her the D like its mac or some whip You out of line my b**h pack extra clips n***a Do or die in the big game G of loud meet the bic flame Main dish be the coke marijuana be the fixing Lil' n***as on the corner since 5th grade Gotta diploma grade A cla** wrist game B-I G n***a no bedstuy Slow head in the whip on the west side West side you know is the best side, feel me Feel me Shout out Fresh Gang, All my n***as But I'm in this b**h by myself though I came in this b**h my motherf**ing self I hope she ain't pregnant roll up and forget it The b**hes they hate when I call them a B It's nothing to me but they always do catch it I sit back relax and watch all of my B's Cuz sh** can get hectic only if you let it Maxing my cream Fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti