Rotation Lyrics
Let's spark up some molly together
Pull up and pull up and pull up and pull up
Pull out some bi**hes together, let's count all these riches together
Let's chill in the Rari together, chilling and rolling it
Chilling and rolling, chilling and rolling
We pull all these bi**hes, in rotations
Pouring it up with the rotation
Pulling a bi**h with a gold face, I tell a bitch to rotate it
(– Future)
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's pop some, let's pop some with all these bi**hes
Let's pour up with all these bi**hes
Let's pop some, let's pop some with all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's do it, let's do it with all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
(2 – Future)
Sitting in back of the Phantom we rollin on holy dough
Mula the mula, like me and Young Flocka
We f**king it up with a Rollie though
F**king it up with my comrades, dirty money for them cops
I'm f**king R&B pu**y, now I got young ni**a going pop
I'm straight out the gutter like 88
I know the streets like a navigation
My trap doing numbers, they fascinating
Yes we pouring up medication
I'm tripping, I'm falling in penthouse
Lost in the gutter, tryna find a way out
Lost in the gutter, tryna find a way out
(3 – Waka Flocka Flame)
They looking at me for the way out
Drum on that bi**h with the K out
Bandanna wrapped round my head
Bandanna wrapped round her head
Shoot at your head not your legs
Future let's chop up this bread
They f**king with you make they bed
Fugitive on top of this bread
They f**king with you, man, they bad
They scrambling dope like it's eggs
I'm running the play, the ball on rotation
You know that I'm shooting, like I'm on location
I beon that paper like I'm on probation
You loving these ho's, the squad in rotation
The squad so amazing, so haters like f**k up
You hold em and trust em, we f**k em like fuck ‘em
I duck ‘em, I duck em cause bi**hes be hunting
I'm blunted, I'm stunting, cause I came from nothing
I done it, I did it, my shooters is with it
I handle my business, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I made it, I got it, you know that I get it
Pull up and pull up and pull up and pull up
Pull out some bi**hes together, let's count all these riches together
Let's chill in the Rari together, chilling and rolling it
Chilling and rolling, chilling and rolling
We pull all these bi**hes, in rotations
Pouring it up with the rotation
Pulling a bi**h with a gold face, I tell a bitch to rotate it
(– Future)
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's pop some, let's pop some with all these bi**hes
Let's pour up with all these bi**hes
Let's pop some, let's pop some with all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's do it, let's do it with all these bi**hes
Let's turn up on all these bi**hes
Let's turn up, let's turn up on all these bi**hes
(2 – Future)
Sitting in back of the Phantom we rollin on holy dough
Mula the mula, like me and Young Flocka
We f**king it up with a Rollie though
F**king it up with my comrades, dirty money for them cops
I'm f**king R&B pu**y, now I got young ni**a going pop
I'm straight out the gutter like 88
I know the streets like a navigation
My trap doing numbers, they fascinating
Yes we pouring up medication
I'm tripping, I'm falling in penthouse
Lost in the gutter, tryna find a way out
Lost in the gutter, tryna find a way out
(3 – Waka Flocka Flame)
They looking at me for the way out
Drum on that bi**h with the K out
Bandanna wrapped round my head
Bandanna wrapped round her head
Shoot at your head not your legs
Future let's chop up this bread
They f**king with you make they bed
Fugitive on top of this bread
They f**king with you, man, they bad
They scrambling dope like it's eggs
I'm running the play, the ball on rotation
You know that I'm shooting, like I'm on location
I beon that paper like I'm on probation
You loving these ho's, the squad in rotation
The squad so amazing, so haters like f**k up
You hold em and trust em, we f**k em like fuck ‘em
I duck ‘em, I duck em cause bi**hes be hunting
I'm blunted, I'm stunting, cause I came from nothing
I done it, I did it, my shooters is with it
I handle my business, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I made it, I got it, you know that I get it
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Victor Akintimehin, Cameron Thomaz, Jacques Webster, Anthony Kilhoffer, Alexander Lipinski
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