Roll Out by YL (Rap) Lyrics
[Verse 1: YL]
Ey yo, I roll like a bat outta hell
Ya'll can find me in the city I dwell
I hid in my cell, shorty wanna hit the hotel
I rock my Nikes with the Polo 'cause I think it go well
Naturally grown, bitch I'm in that pussy until it's actually home
You know my style C-train the chambers, plans is major
Spanish nigga with the flavor
Tan skin with the soul of a black man
You disrespect it and get hit up with the backhand
Hol' up, I return like the sequel yo
I need this money doe the money breeds evil
I know that, stop holdin' kid smoke that
I cop throwbacks then I pair 'em with my low hat
That's regular flyness ya'll fall behind this
Came back, but only for that brief reminder
See the name pop up and now they treat me kinder
Leave the drama, all peace ya honor
I spit butter, that's why I'm comin' out word to my mother
Fuck her undercover, I fuck a broad without rubber
Son I'm takin' chances
You all could fall like avalanches
Just keep on dancin'
Me and my city like a romance story in Manhattan
Every woman isn't Annie Hall
And most be frontin' on the youngin' till they panties fall
I give my granny calls let her know I love her still (I love you)
She up and movin' even if it take a couple pills
My word is legitimate, risky predicament
When you fuck with the regiment, 2-1-2 resident holdin' my flag
And I'm defendin' it proper
Some rappers be really deservin' of Oscars
Shrimp and lobster on the menu (word)
You suspect, who sent you?
From Park Ave. to the park benches that simple
Ey yo I see you bob your head and all but tell me
Did you really feel it?
Nigga it's really brilliant put yo' hands up to the ceilin' (love, love, love, love, love, love)
Ey yo, I roll like a bat outta hell
Ya'll can find me in the city I dwell
I hid in my cell, shorty wanna hit the hotel
I rock my Nikes with the Polo 'cause I think it go well
Naturally grown, bitch I'm in that pussy until it's actually home
You know my style C-train the chambers, plans is major
Spanish nigga with the flavor
Tan skin with the soul of a black man
You disrespect it and get hit up with the backhand
Hol' up, I return like the sequel yo
I need this money doe the money breeds evil
I know that, stop holdin' kid smoke that
I cop throwbacks then I pair 'em with my low hat
That's regular flyness ya'll fall behind this
Came back, but only for that brief reminder
See the name pop up and now they treat me kinder
Leave the drama, all peace ya honor
I spit butter, that's why I'm comin' out word to my mother
Fuck her undercover, I fuck a broad without rubber
Son I'm takin' chances
You all could fall like avalanches
Just keep on dancin'
Me and my city like a romance story in Manhattan
Every woman isn't Annie Hall
And most be frontin' on the youngin' till they panties fall
I give my granny calls let her know I love her still (I love you)
She up and movin' even if it take a couple pills
My word is legitimate, risky predicament
When you fuck with the regiment, 2-1-2 resident holdin' my flag
And I'm defendin' it proper
Some rappers be really deservin' of Oscars
Shrimp and lobster on the menu (word)
You suspect, who sent you?
From Park Ave. to the park benches that simple
Ey yo I see you bob your head and all but tell me
Did you really feel it?
Nigga it's really brilliant put yo' hands up to the ceilin' (love, love, love, love, love, love)