Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Rollin’ by 201. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 201 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
[Verse 1: Shadow Ramirez]
You got g’s man please
I’m overseas
I got the beats to keep you blowing on trees
Keep them hoes on they knees
I’m as cold as Mr. Freeze
Making music in this game
Like flipping coke into ki’s
Everyday is the same when I’m rolling on chop
Got a cop on my left so I’m riding non-stop
Till I die
I’ma win
See it’s time to make ends
Thinking bout how I’ma make it so I’m sitting on rims
20 inches on chop
Hit the scene on the lean
Burban clean
6 screens
Biscuit tucked at the seams
Make my dreams so real
Plot to make a mil
Let these haters know the way a player really fells
When I’m rollin’ g
Shit!
I’m never gonna quit
Bout to hit the switch
So I can dip on the strip
Pull in sideways than I cock it on 3
Everybody stop and stare cause they all want to see how we
[Chorus: SPM (Shadow)]
(I’m rollin’)
(Rollin on chop)
(I’m bout to drop the top)
(I’m fresh off the lot)
(I’m rollin’)
(Rollin on chop)
17 in a 7 7 Seville
(I’m rollin’)
(Rollin on chop)
(I’m bout to drop the top)
(I’m fresh off the lot)
(I’m rollin’)
(Rollin on chop)
Smoke gray
Gold trim
Big Daddy Grimm
[Verse 2: Grimm and SPM]
Left
Right
Than front to back
Fresh off the lot in my Cadillac
[SPM]
Done hit this spot Grimm
Where we goin’ next?
[Grimm]
Let’s flip to the club and try to find some sex
See when I’m rollin’ in my ride
With my homie on my side
Got 2 sweets rolled
And I’m bout to touch the sky
High so high
Like my boy Carlos Coy
[SPM]
Maan!
[Grimm]
I’ma Dope House soulja that’s self employed
[SPM]
Ya saves quien soy
More chips than Ahoy
Dime lo que quieras
De le doy
In a 100.000 dolla toy
En tontes ya me voy
Take the pain with the joy
While I bang Pink Floyd
Ship em out the box
Sip Henn on the rocks
I bought 2 clubs and 3 restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I’m strong as an ox
I’ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I’m
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I’m rollin’ non stop
I done wrecked the block
Chop chop
Bunny hop
Trunks pop
Tops drop
Got buys by the fly
Got rocks in my watch
I’m sideways on mine
Finna hit the Marriot
I done dodged the cops
I broke em off by the lot
Glock 17 shots
When I punch in the clock
Switching lanes on the main
Crunk the bang when I feel
Wood grain wood strips
Bezatines smoking dip
On the interstate
As I hit the pancake
Sipping on the 8
Straight as I break my scrape plate
Keep my ride up to date
Flipping 20’s when I say
“It’s that throwed ese on the grind movin weight”
Pull out the shades
Shining down my blades
Today’s a sunny day
And there’s money to be made
It’s that 7 1 trey
Pulling out the Escalade
Creased up with them dames
And a bald fade
[Chorus]