Pop Rocks Songtext

Let me beat it up like Jaegen
I just sprinkle, yeah

I just sprinkled dust in my cup, yeah
Now I'm rolling, rolling
Pulled out, I'm pullin' up, yeah
Now I'm rolling, rolling
Baby sippin' out my cup, woah
Now she rolling, rolling
Now we rockin', rollin' up, yeah
Rockin', rollin' rollin'

Fuck's up?
Got the sweet pack in my nuts (Sweeterman in her mouth)
Pill it up, fill it up
Show me how you roll it up
Oh that's your girl? Life’s rough
Tough luck (you cuck)
She was tryna' give it up
Oops I think I did too much (oh fuck)
Now I can't get it up
She still big me up, cuz you weren't big enough
She still hit me like "Ramy when you tryna buss"
Fuck her with a glove, fall in love, say no to drugs
None of the above

I just sprinkled dust in my cup, yeah
Now I'm rolling, rolling
Pulled out, I'm pullin' up, yeah
Now I'm rolling, rolling
Baby sippin' out my cup, woah
Now she rolling, rolling
Now we rockin', rollin' up, yeah
Rockin', rollin' rollin'

Oh that’s not your girlfriend?
She's sucking, fucking all the mandem
Do the splits and a handstand
Guess she ate the whole gram
She rock and rollin rollin
She gettin on her knees when she grinding up her teeth, yeah
She foamin' when she doming
She's smoking rockstar kush now she's rollin’ of a bean, yeah
She rockin', rollin’ rollin’
I’m swimmin' in these women
Me and Simmons got the same genes
They swimming in my children
They all wanna kiss Ramy

I just sprinkled dust in my cup
Now I'm rolling, rolling
Pulled out, I'm pullin' up, yeah
Now I'm rolling, rolling
Baby sippin' out my cup, woah
Now she rolling, rolling
Now we rockin', rollin' up, yeah
Rockin', rollin' rollin'

Sent me a wink like "What it do?"
She like the way I rock and roll like Blink-182
She said Unkle Ram why you so rude?
Don't hit me snap unless they nudes

She wanna bite the nana, nanana-nana-nana-na
She want anana-nana, nana-na-na-nana
She want it right now

Your life sucks, I know
Yuck you're lipsing all my old hoes
All your girls at my shows
Why they like me? How should i know?
Shout out to the, one girl left my heart cold
Rollin up the rockstar kush, now I’m stoned
I drank too much yeah, I gotta drive home
Please tell me, tell me why you calling my phone?
Your bitch is a dog, she on my bone
I could never wife a thot I’d rather die alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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