Featuring: Trappy Tra
Songwriter: YNW Melly
Producer: SZMK
SZMK
[Chorus, YNW Melly]
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she love me and she want it in her spleen
But I will never lie bitch I'm in paradise
She said she wanna roll wit me like alright
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she seen me somewhere in her dreams
But I know that this shit ain't what it seems
This shit ain't what it seems
Got Glocks wit magazines
[Verse 1, YNW Melly]
Got 30 round extensions
In love with .223s
She bathin' in Givenchy
She suckin' on her knees
I gotta get the money
I gotta get it please
Go get the guape for me
Go get the guape for me
Rolling London my core ah what you wan bout it
We gon get it if you don't act right
Baby bet you won't perish
Anything anything, anything, anything
Any price
Baby girl I'll buy you the world
With all the merchandise
Oh oh yea the merchandise
Ok boo what you wanna do(slime)
Hoppin out with the 40 Glock if I
Uh uh imma shoot at you
Ok boo lemme shoot at you
And she wanna fuck on me too
Ion wanna go with you
Cuz I heard you trippin'
And I really wanna rap
Cuz my pockets cripping
And she wanna fuck the crew
Cuz she see we spend bandz
Uh baby
Uh baby
Baby can we please make love on a mattress full of hunnids
Kissing on yo body
Leavin' hickeys on yo stomach
And you know it ain't bout nothin'
Cuz the choppa hold a hunnid'
If yo nigga say he want smoke
Better end up runnin'
Imma make you scream my name
Get up off me
And you ridin' way to slow
I'm finna make you get up off me
And you wetter than the sand
Drippin' like a faucet
Drippin' like a faucet
Drippin' like a faucet
Ohh uh ohh you
You wan fuck everywhere Iike new new
Yellow bitch look like new
[?]
[Chorus, YNW Melly]
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she love me and she want it in her spleen
But I will never lie
Bitch I'm in paradise
She said she wanna roll wit me like alright
(Code Red)
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she seen me somewhere in her dreams
But I know that this shit ain't what it seems
This shit ain't what it seems
Got Glocks wit magazines
[Verse Two Trappy Tra]
Yea what it seem
What it seem
I just popped a bean (yea I popped a bean)
Promethazine
Yea in my cup got me some fuckin' lean
When I talk
Yea when I walk
Yea when I drip yea when I drip
Yea she freaky and she geeky
Cuz my bag is on her lip
Yea, I like you
Yea I live your gratitude
Aye I love your attitude
Girl lil baby you so rude
Baby what's your name
But ion even know
She said she wan fuck wit me
Cuz my wrist so icy look like snow (like snow)
[?]
Spend the night
Yea she rollin' on a bean
She rollin' on a molly
Aye we feelin' jolly
Wanna catch a body?
Aye aye aye
Yea come over my nigga got a 30 for ya
It'll slump you over
Yea it slump you over
Do you in
[?]
Yea free my niggas in the pen
[?] Innocent...
A nigga lay low
Ima playin home
Yea we rollin
(yea we rollin) yea so many things I can't explain
Yea percocets, yea percocets
Just hide the pain
Just hide the pain
[Chorus]
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she love me and she want it in her spleen
But I will never lie bitch I'm in paradise
She said she wanna roll wit me like alright
I'm rollin' on a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she seen me somewhere in her dreams
But I know that this shit ain't what it seems
This shit ain't what it seems
Got Glocks wit magazines
[Chorus, YNW Melly]
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she love me and she want it in her spleen
But I will never lie bitch I'm in paradise
She said she wanna roll wit me like alright
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she seen me somewhere in her dreams
But I know that this shit ain't what it seems
This shit ain't what it seems
Got Glocks wit magazines
[Verse 1, YNW Melly]
Got 30 round extensions
In love with .223s
She bathin' in Givenchy
She suckin' on her knees
I gotta get the money
I gotta get it please
Go get the guape for me
Go get the guape for me
Rolling London my core ah what you wan bout it
We gon get it if you don't act right
Baby bet you won't perish
Anything anything, anything, anything
Any price
Baby girl I'll buy you the world
With all the merchandise
Oh oh yea the merchandise
Ok boo what you wanna do(slime)
Hoppin out with the 40 Glock if I
Uh uh imma shoot at you
Ok boo lemme shoot at you
And she wanna fuck on me too
Ion wanna go with you
Cuz I heard you trippin'
And I really wanna rap
Cuz my pockets cripping
And she wanna fuck the crew
Cuz she see we spend bandz
Uh baby
Uh baby
Baby can we please make love on a mattress full of hunnids
Kissing on yo body
Leavin' hickeys on yo stomach
And you know it ain't bout nothin'
Cuz the choppa hold a hunnid'
If yo nigga say he want smoke
Better end up runnin'
Imma make you scream my name
Get up off me
And you ridin' way to slow
I'm finna make you get up off me
And you wetter than the sand
Drippin' like a faucet
Drippin' like a faucet
Drippin' like a faucet
Ohh uh ohh you
You wan fuck everywhere Iike new new
Yellow bitch look like new
[?]
[Chorus, YNW Melly]
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she love me and she want it in her spleen
But I will never lie
Bitch I'm in paradise
She said she wanna roll wit me like alright
(Code Red)
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she seen me somewhere in her dreams
But I know that this shit ain't what it seems
This shit ain't what it seems
Got Glocks wit magazines
[Verse Two Trappy Tra]
Yea what it seem
What it seem
I just popped a bean (yea I popped a bean)
Promethazine
Yea in my cup got me some fuckin' lean
When I talk
Yea when I walk
Yea when I drip yea when I drip
Yea she freaky and she geeky
Cuz my bag is on her lip
Yea, I like you
Yea I live your gratitude
Aye I love your attitude
Girl lil baby you so rude
Baby what's your name
But ion even know
She said she wan fuck wit me
Cuz my wrist so icy look like snow (like snow)
[?]
Spend the night
Yea she rollin' on a bean
She rollin' on a molly
Aye we feelin' jolly
Wanna catch a body?
Aye aye aye
Yea come over my nigga got a 30 for ya
It'll slump you over
Yea it slump you over
Do you in
[?]
Yea free my niggas in the pen
[?] Innocent...
A nigga lay low
Ima playin home
Yea we rollin
(yea we rollin) yea so many things I can't explain
Yea percocets, yea percocets
Just hide the pain
Just hide the pain
[Chorus]
I'm rollin' off a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she love me and she want it in her spleen
But I will never lie bitch I'm in paradise
She said she wanna roll wit me like alright
I'm rollin' on a bean
She eat up on codeine
She tellin' me she seen me somewhere in her dreams
But I know that this shit ain't what it seems
This shit ain't what it seems
Got Glocks wit magazines
more tracks from the album
Unreleased Songs
- Know That
- Coupe
- Bond
- Lick Season
- YNS
- Mixed Personalities (Original Version)
- Bompany
- Hold Me
- Butter Pecan (Remix)
- All This Money On Me
- Big B
- Red Eyes
- Monsters*
- Mob
- Purple Casanova
- Pull Up
- Florida Brazy
- Loyal
- Dope
- Orangewood*
- My Peace
- 1K
- Ooh Ooh Woah
- Gucci Jacket
- Laundry
- I Kill For Fun
- Was Melvin
- Bottom
- Slatt
- Shadow
- Rolling off a bean
- Keep Going
- Lil Whore
- Codeine
- Toxic
- Leeches
From the album
YNW Melly popular songs
- Murder on My Mind
- Dangerously in Love (772 Love Pt. 2)
- Suicidal
- Suicidal (Remix)
- Virtual (Blue Balenciagas)
- Mixed Personalities
- Mind on My Murder
- Butter Pecan
- 772 Love
- Mama Cry
- No Heart
- Slang That Iron
- Freddy Krueger
- Till The End
- City Girls
- Wine 4 Me
- YNW Freestyle
- Catching Feelings
- Melly The Menace
- 4 Real
- Bang Bang
- Two Face
- Risk Taker
- Gang