The mixtape's got a little hank, a little drake,
a little something bumpin' thumb thumpin' on the wheel,
right?
The mix in our drink's a little stronger than you think,
so get a grip, take a sip of that Fiorite.
Trucks jacked up, flat belts flipped back,
yeah, you can find us where the party's at.
This is how we roll,
we hangin' round,
singin' down everything on the radio.
Whoa,
we light it up with our hands up.
This is how we roll, this is how we do,
we burnin' down the night,
shootin' bullets at the moon.
Baby, this is how we roll.
Yeah, baby, this is how we roll.
We rollin' in the town.
With nothin' else to do,
we take another lap around.
Yeah, holla at your boy if you need a ride.
If you roll with me,
yeah,
you know we rollin' high up on them 37 Nitos,
windows tinted, hard to see though.
How fresh my baby is in a shotgun, see though.
Them kisses are for me though,
automatic like a free throw.
This life I live,
it might not be for you,
but it's for me though.
Let's roll.
Baby, this is how we roll.
We hangin' round,
singin' down everything on the radio.
Whoa,
we light it up with our hands up.
This is how we roll, this is how we do.
When the world turns ugly,
I just turn and look at you.
Baby, this is how we roll.
Yeah,
we're proud to be young.
We stick to our guns.
We love who we love and we wanna have fun.
Yeah,
we cuss on them Mondays and pray on them Sundays.
Pass it around and we dream about one day.
Cause this is how we roll.
Whoa,
we hangin' round,
singin' down everything on the radio.
Whoa,
we light it up with our hands up.
This is how we roll, this is how we ride.
We're swangin' up the mud,
cuttin' through the countryside.
Baby, this is how we roll.
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa.
Yeah, this is how we roll.
This is how we roll.
This is how we do.
We burnin' down the night,
shootin' bullets at the moon.
Baby, this is how we roll.
Okay,
Tom,
LB, baby.
One more time, boys, let's go.
This is how we roll.