MIST Feat. Burna Boy – Rollin’ Lyrics

Me and my people be rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Scheming on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
The very first day of summer
Summer, summer, summer, summer
All chromed out in a hummer, babe
Hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe

Me and my people be rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Scheming on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
Me and my people be rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
All chromеd out in a hummer, babe
Hummer babе, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe

I’m like woah
Na, na-na, na, na-na (na, na)
She wan’ whine on a boss (she wan’ whine)
Why can’t I spark in the dance? (Why can’t I?)
Champagne, not wine, that’s classy (that’s classy)
Na, na-na, na, na-na (na, na)
We don’t have to go to the bar (no, we don’t)
Smoke, but I don’t smoke in my car
Just done 200 in the auto-von like “vroom!”

Came a long way from the slums
Straight outta Birmingham
Glass full of rum, gyal wan’ share pum-pum
It’s for the lads, I don’t really want none (bap, bap bap)
Rollin’ (rollin’), rollin’ (rollin’)
Whole of the gangdem patrolling
I’m in the dance with my coat in
I ain’t dance, but I just had a -, now I’m floatin’ (ah)

Me and my people be rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (ah)
Scheming on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies (woah)
Me and my people be rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (oh)
All chromed out in a hummer, babe
Hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe

Under di sea
All this drip ‘pon mi neck mek mi feel like I’m under the sea
Respect and believe
I’m tryna ride bareback if I see say di pum-pum clean
‘Cause I’m a freak
I’ll mek your girl go wild if I show her my new technique
Look, pum-pum leak
I’m in a different league
I’ll make it sound like a beat when man’a

Beat the pum like a drum
Guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum
In the room, no clothes, only shoes, Jimmi Choo’s
Gimmie pum-pum
Four gyal ah there minimum (bap, bap bap)
Rollin’, rollin’
Big money stacks I’m holdin’
Gelato 41 I’m rolling
Only the facts I told them

Me and my people be rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (woah)
Scheming on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
Me and my people be rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (oh)
All chromed out in a hummer, babe
Hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe, hummer babe

Fred Again
Toddla T producki
Rollin’ (rollin’), rollin’ (rollin’)
Whole of the gangdem patrolling