When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

And we gon' ride on forever We ride out together It's the only way we know to go Squad up, never roll alone Pull up right in your zone Take over the street, that's how we roll Came in at first, had bad luck Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

That’s who we are That’s how we roll The outsiders We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the outsiders

We get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll

Do the hoedown (throwdown) Boom boom clap Boom de clap de clap Throw it all together That's how we roll Pop it, lock it Polka dot it Countrify then hip hop it Put your hawk in the sky

To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he