Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Off, artist - YSN Flow. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll Off |
| 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 |