Religion Lyrics – Skrilla

[Intro]
Can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me
I can’t go to sleep, I’m rolling off a bean, uh
(Hardheaded, baby)
Nyoom (Ayo, Eli, what the fu*k? Uh)

[Chorus]
I think the whip got wings and once I hit the gas, I’m flying in it (I’m flying in it)
Pink slip to all my rides, I ain’t loaner that, you drive a rented (You drive a rented)
I can’t roll in peace ’cause, b!tch, I’m turnt as fu*k, five-percent tinted (I can’t roll in peace, I can’t roll in—)
I done pulled up presidential, all-black truck like Donald in it (Nyoom)
I done fu*ked the b!tch so long, tryna break her back whеn I be in it (Damn)

I done fu*ked thе b!tch, but once I got it off, that was the ending, uh (Oh my God)
I ain’t tryna die young, b!tch, I’m Roddy Ricching (I ain’t tryna die young)
I just bagged a b!tch, I asked what’s her religion

[Verse]
I done made my mind up, once I come outside, I’m riding striker (I’m riding striker)
6K in the passenger, he tote the yop, he not a fighter (Bee)
Posted in my hood, got me feeling like Omar off The Wire
Posted in my hood, got me feeling like Omar off The— uh
I want a Patek on my wrist, right now I’ll settle for the Rollie
Want a bad-ass b!tch, but right now I could settle for the ratchet (I want a ratchet)
How you got caught at the red light? N!gga, you ain’t have your ratchet (ain’t have your ratchet)
Got a glick, it got a green, red beam, it got attachments, flashlight (Like what the fu*k?)
Binary trigger on the yop, s*it could do magic (Brr)
Gotta watch these babowabo hoes, look what they did to Magic
Stop and swallow out the bottle, drive the boat, she want the cabin
Rock designer, dripping Yves Saint Laurent, I’m into fashion (What?)
Pull up Usain— pull up Usain Bolt, two-twenty on the dash, I’m driving wild (Nyoom)
Once I seen my baby face, I knew from rip that was my child
Rockstar lifestyle, feel I made it, having shows, jumping in crowds
They done let me in the door, I brought the fellas, they like, “How?”
Bouncing bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, Maybach twerking like a ho (Bounce, bounce, bounce, ho)
I’m riding in it with them chop
It’s five-percented, in the box
A stash box in it, you get popped (Damn)

I send it, bend it, I get popped
Then he gon’ bend it, I get popped
And he gon’— free The Bender (Oh my God)

[Interlude]
Brr
Yeah, it’s me
Uh (Nyoom)

[Chorus]
I think the whip got wings and once I hit the gas, I’m flying in it (I’m flying in it)
Pink slip to all my rides, I ain’t loaner that, you drive a rented (You drive a rented)
I can’t roll in peace ’cause, b!tch, I’m turnt as fu*k, five-percent tinted (I can’t roll in peace, I can’t roll in—)
I done pulled up presidential, all-black truck like Donald in it (Nyoom)
I done fu*ked the b!tch so long, tryna break her back when I be in it (Damn)
I done fu*ked the b!tch, but once I got it off, that was the ending, uh (Oh my God)
I ain’t tryna die young, b!tch, I’m Roddy Ricching
I just bagged a b!tch, I asked what’s her religion