Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?

Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?

Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?

Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?

Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?

Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what?

Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me?

I'll be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alleyways

My brother in the 360, I'm in a Escalade

We piled ride high, sittin' on low pros

Petey in the back of us, with his Range Rov'

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front

No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt

This how we gonna do it, so pay attention to the rules

Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, 'cause we keep vibe alive

For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise

That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl

This here, this here, is that party, y'all

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise

Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest

Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic

Playin' in traffic, shiftin gears in the automatic

Tryin' to get past this old couple in a Maverick

Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards

G callin' me on his cell phone laughin'

Makin' his chick hang out the sunroof, flashin'

I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit

Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin'

Slammed on the brakes (Skrrt), ya old bastard

Tim zig-zaggin', Heavy in the back and

Girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses

Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties

Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fannies

Whoo, you could be Ms. Barry, fine as you is

Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise

Catch me in a chick, and her name was Kim

Tryna tell you who I hit 'cause I ran out of fem

Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim

Like why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slim?

I'm out Northview, no top on the Benz

Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym

Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the wind

Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end

Like a man in a sin, I'm lying again

Pumpin' gas in the Benz, with no money to spend

And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again

So it's a good thing that lady walked with in her twins

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise

All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call

High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks

Grill in my bed and serve two steak and semen

And I'm scheming on your daughter with one condom and Playboy

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold-toothed and two-fisted

Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed

I'm past being beserk, I go to work

Tell the boss, "Go and get me some sugars and hot sauce"

With a eight track of Diana Ross playing

And drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontime

Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face

Said her draws was Versace, I thought she had a Versace

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise

Let's roll out

Get the car

Get your girls

Get your boys

Hit the switches

Bring the noise