Lyrics: Jacob Birch
Music: Jacob Birch
[Chorus]
This a rolly ain't no Fitbit
I'm just tryna get rich
Say you feeling bad
Yeah I hope you feel like shit, *****
Where was you when I ain't have shit
Had to starve to afford rent
I still paid 'em with a forged check
So selling drugs was the next step
This a rolly ain't no Fitbit
I'm just tryna get rich
Say you feeling bad
Yeah I hope you feel like shit, *****
Where was you when I ain't have shit
Had to starve to afford rent
I still paid 'em with a forged check
So selling drugs was the next step
[Verse]
Yeah my whole life has been the hard part
Choppa stop his motor
I ain't talking bout no car part
And when that thing started blasting
It made him Dodge Dart
I pour thе lean so damn tinted
Yeah it is so dark
Whеn I went to college
Switched from selling coke to adderall
And you better get my money
Cuz I take too much collateral
This ain't rugby but the way I throw the bag
Yeah it's lateral
Put his hands into the mix and he gon die
It won't be natural
[Chorus]
This a rolly ain't no Fitbit
I'm just tryna get rich
Say you feeling bad
Yeah I hope you feel like shit, *****
Where was you when I ain't have shit
Had to starve to afford rent
I still paid 'em with a forged check
So selling drugs was the next step
This a rolly ain't no Fitbit
I'm just tryna get rich
Say you feeling bad
Yeah I hope you feel like shit, *****
Where was you when I ain't have shit
Had to starve to afford rent
I still paid 'em with a forged check
So selling drugs was the next step
[Verse]
I'm sipping on a ******* cocktail
Half a mil saved case I have to post bail
I'm the boogeyman of my hood
I ain't just a folktale
And my hands don't do no fighting
Cuz I know my gun will
And I know that yall are fake
Can't see past the thumbnail
I put on for my city
I ain't talking small scale
Pull up murk the parking lot
And when I leave I fishtail
Had to stretch it I re-rocked it
Yeah this ain't no fishscale
[Chorus]
This a rolly ain't no Fitbit
I'm just tryna get rich
Say you feeling bad
Yeah I hope you feel like shit, *****
Where was you when I ain't have shit
Had to starve to afford rent
I still paid 'em with a forged check
So selling drugs was the next step
This a rolly ain't no Fitbit
I'm just tryna get rich
Say you feeling bad
Yeah I hope you feel like shit, *****
Where was you when I ain't have shit
Had to starve to afford rent
I still paid 'em with a forged check
So selling drugs was the next step