Roll Off

(álbum: Long Story Short - 2020)

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 screaming my name
I put the team on my back for the win, man, I'm feeling like James
I'm talking '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 saying aye
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 talking 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, is foreign, it's boring
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 motherfucking road dawg
I don't wanna come kick it, don't know ya'll
I might pull up with 62 and blow ya'll
Let off shots see we call that a roll call
He be sleep on the block make him dose off
Lamborghini I'm taking 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 talking no throw up
And I heard that they hating but so what?
This is straight out the mud, they don't know us
For so long I was waiting 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

Grrr, bow, everybody been jacking my style
Grrr, bow, everybody around me go wild
Grrr, bow, took some losses ain't throw in the towel
Grrr, bow
I'm tryna' run it up ain't running back to the past
Oh, you thought I was done? Ayy, ayy, ayy
My lil' shawty got ass
And she get what she want, hey, hey, hey
I made Birkin her bag
Nigga reach for my chain
I see you been watching me strange
Bitch don't make me mad
See 'em talk on the internet
Fuck your dead homie I said it, ain't taking it back

Hit the block drop the top and then roll off
Make that glocky my motherfucking road dawg
I don't wanna come kick it, don't know ya'll
I might pull up with 62 and blow ya'll
Let off shots and we call that a roll call
He be sleep on the block make him dose off
Lamborghini I'm taking 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 talking no throw up
And I heard that they hating but so what?
This is straight out the mud, they don't know us
For so long I was waiting 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