Intro
N.A
Turn me up fu!
[Verse 1]
Baby Goth
C# A
See me in the big Ferrari
F#m A
I got on a hoodie 'cause my neck so icy
C# A
If you say I'm baby, then I'm gon' take a breather
F#m A
Baby crusing court side rolling up a fatty
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
C# A F#m
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
C# A F#m
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
C# A F#m
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
C# A F#m
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
[Verse 2]
Trippie Redd
C# F#m
Swerving in this brand new Wraith (Skrt, skrt)
A F#m
Talking all that shit but, nigga, you ain't got no cake
C# F#m A
You's a dumbass nigga, sending shots, ain't got no aim (Ain't got no aim)
C# F#m A
You's a dumbass nigga if you think that bitch your babe (You think she)
A F#m A
Think she with me right now, iced out
C# F#m A
Me and Baby rolling 'til it's lights out (Lights out, yeah)
F#m A
Need some cleaning, Lysol (Pssh, pssh, pssh)
C# A
I said I'm rolling with the gang, got pipes out
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
C# A F#m
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
C# A F#m
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
C# A F#m
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
C# A F#m
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
C# A F#m
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
C# A F#m
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
C# A F#m
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
C# A F#m
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
[Verse 3]
Lil Xan & Baby Goth
C# F#m A
I ain't pop no molly, but I definitely fucked a Molly
C# F#m
They gonna tell me "sorry" when I get my first Grammy
C# F#m
Rest in peace to granny, all that matters is my family
C# F#m
Rest in peace to granny, all that matters is my family
C#
Ice is heavy on my wrist now (My wrist is heavier)
F#m
We rolling in a smoke cloud (We always smoking, yeah)
A
Get too high, I'm never coming down (Never coming down)
F#m
With the family, fucking up the town (Town, town)
E7
Now I'm swimming in the ocean with my jetski robbing something
C#
Got a girl I really I like, the type that you can really see
F#m
I hope this girl is feeling me, yeah
A
I said, I hope this girl is feeling me, yeah (Feeling me)
G#m
Baby, bust me down like a brand new watch (Bust me down)
D
If you're feeling low, let me turn you up a notch (Up a notch)
G#m
And this sick drip brighter than a new Grammy
G#m
Out here puffing fatties, swaying with the palm trees
[Chorus]
Baby Goth
C# A F#m
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
C# A F#m
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
C# A F#m
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
C# A F#m
Living our life the way we fucking wanna
C# A F#m
R-r-rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain't slept in weeks
C# A F#m
Rolling, rolling, rolling up the wraps and that OG
C# A F#m
Swimming in Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
C# A F#m
Living our life the way we fucking wanna