Lyrics:
Too precise ('cise), rockin' British Nights (Nights)
Cotton berry lobster but my locker filled with Rice (Rice)
In the kitchen with Uncle Ben (Ben), Miami Vice (Vice)
Doing spin moves, rap game Vanilla Ice (Yeah)
Out of sugar spice, malt liquor shaking dice (Dice)
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night (Yeah)
Nice for us to meet (Meet), but we can't compete (Yeah)
If you act real sweet, I might let you wash my feet (Feet)
Suckers keep complainin' ('Plain), can't understand ('stand)
Flipped the candy yam, five hundred grand (Grand)
I can Lex' land (Land), Dodge Caravan ('van)
Got a new bitch look like Kathy Ireland (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil', night, night
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil', night, night
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every

[Verse 2: J-Dawg]
Let me get 'em now, yeah
Woke up and broke up with my bitch
While I'm rollin', called my bro up and told him meet me in the bricks
Hit the store, get a soda, finna pour us up a six
If my ass stay sippin', bitch, on God, this time I quit
Niggas know when I get focused, ain't no missing me with shit
Got it in me like a cobra, I forgive but don't forget
That stomp down soldier, same clique since nine-six
Over three hundred and growin', I'm in Dallas with this shit
My East Texas niggas knowin' where I go, patrol they door
I text "come here," bae, we ain't no GPS, who on it? Yes
No, this shit ain't normal but I believe in karma
And I ain't never show my niggas less than the best
Yung Hogg

[Chorus]
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil', night, night
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil', night, night
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every

[Verse 3: RiFF RAFF]
Come complete, pushin' in a hydroplane
Louis Lux the brain
Locking down the game
Organize the freeze frame, frame
Geez, leave me alone, ridin' on chrome
Cocaine in my chromosome, move a zone
Might pull up on an Italian bitch, Versace calzone
After that though, pull in a Phantom Ghost
Swanging down your block, fourth quarter, I could play the post
Fourth guard, Forrest Frogs
I done pulled up in a candy lily pad, it's a Jag
Jasmine Rice and the price is right
Bitches seeing white lights
Miss wanna kiss and tell
I don't give a fuck, long as we can fuck
3AM, stomping in my big truck
Pull up in Julio taco truck
Order a three piece taquito and avacado and horchato
And a bottle of moscato, froze agua
Headed back to mi casa
Headed back to mi casa, drip

[Chorus]
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil', night, night
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil', night, night
Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every night
Jody-Jody Highroller, quarter mil' every

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