Roll Off Testo
Testo Roll Off
(Oh, yeah, Sam, that bitch right here go hard)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
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, is 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 said 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
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
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, is 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 said 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
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