Roll Off - YSN Flow

Ayy, I’m tryna block out the shade

I throw on Cartier frames, sip codeine get laid

I got some hoes in the telly, they all tryna fuck on the gang

They screamin' my name

I put the team on my back for the win, man, I’m feelin' like James

I’m talkin' 'bout Bronny

If we get hit at you know we got get back

And we do not stop until we catch a body

Ayy, ayy

I think I’m extra lit 'cause I’m paid

Ayy, ayy

Fuck around and just keep sayin' ayy

Gang, gang

I don’t know you if you ain’t the gang

Gang, gang

Everybody in my gang gon' bang

Ride through the city, I throw up my hoodie

Ain’t talkin' no Boogie but tell him come push me

Only a rookie but they see the way that I ball, they think I’m a bully

All of my bitches exotic, 'cause foreign, it’s borin'

She gon' let me play with the ushy

Come here and ush me

I put it all in her tummy

But she know what’s next

Hit the block drop the top and then roll off

Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg

I don’t wanna come kick it, don’t know y’all

I might pull up with '62 and blow y’all

Let off shots see we call that a roll call

He be sleep on the block make him dose off

Lamborghini, I’m takin' the doors off

Let my momma skirt off in that Rover

See we really took this from the floor up

Flow so sick, I ain’t talkin' no throw up

And I heard that they hatin' but so what?

This is straight out the mud, they don’t know us

For so long I was waitin' to blow up

Feel I ain’t get support from no one

From that jungle, bitch, that’s where I rose from

Only hang with them apes and them cobras

Grrt, bow, everybody been jackin' my style

Grrt, bow, everybody around me go wild

Grrt, bow, took some losses, ain’t throw in the towel

Grrt, bow

I’m tryna run it up, ain’t runnin' back to the past

Oh, you thought I was done?

Ayy, ayy, ayy

My lil' shawty got ass

And she get what she want, ayy, ayy, ayy

I made Birkin her bag

Nigga reach for my chain

I see you been watchin' me strange

Bitch, don’t make me mad

See 'em talk on the internet

Fuck your dead homie, I spoke it, ain’t takin' it back

Hit the block drop the top and then roll off

Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg

I don’t wanna come kick it, don’t know y’all

I might pull up with '62 and blow y’all

Let off shots see we call that a roll call

He be sleep on the block make him dose off

Lamborghini, I’m takin' the doors off

Let my momma skirt off in that Rover

See we really took this from the floor up

Flow so sick, I ain’t talkin' no throw up

And I heard that they hatin' but so what?

This is straight out the mud, they don’t know us

For so long I was waitin' to blow up

Feel I ain’t get support from no one

From that jungle, bitch, that’s where I rose from

Only hang with them apes and them cobras