CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : IOR
Woah, how did you get that?
Yeah
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
(What, what)
f**k wit me and get yo ass shot
b*t*h its Lil VultrGlovk
On the corner giving that b*t*h c*ck
Pray to god that we won't get caught (what, what, what, what)
Bullseye
Abu Dhabi
Booze wit me
In the lobby
Shorty go crazy for me, won't go crazy for no shawty
Old sh*t, new dude
Somеone go tell him, he rudе
Lil VultrGlovk, he rule
Lil VultrGlovk, he cool
pu**y ho
Eat the pu**y like cheerio
pu**y ho in my DM won't answer tho
What, what, what, what, what
Neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
Me and yo daughter having the sex in you and yo wife bed
Shoot him till he dead
Fill him up wit led
Dead b*t*h, paid
Maan that sh*t mad expesive get the f**k outta here
Oh wait i gotta do a song, f**k
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
Shorty fast no flash
Take a photo of yo back
Oh wait no, i meant yo ass
Can you make it clap-clap?
Get out the door i dont care if outside its pitch black
p*ssing over Yomo's grave and that sh*t's no cap (Woo!)
Gangs in
Karate Kid like Jaden's in
I dont smoke green but we smoke him till we blazin (ugh)
b*t*h i got a girl why you still going crazy?
I need some space and im not talking KB
Why we all dying young, man RIP Kobe
For a while ive been 'lone, see
But now i got my gang with me
And there's no holding
Me back from the crown
Get away from the throne you's a clown
Now go bow down
Kings here no BS
King of New York's back, they free'd BS
That was before $$nizzy so that was BS
Got a lot of bodies but no heads
Bullets mad cheap so imma shoot till he dead
Got mercy tho won't do it in front of his own kid
But ill do that sh*t if he ever call me mid
Yeah
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
(What, what)
f**k wit me and get yo ass shot
b*t*h its Lil VultrGlovk
On the corner giving that b*t*h c*ck
Pray to god that we won't get caught (what, what, what, what)
Bullseye
Abu Dhabi
Booze wit me
In the lobby
Shorty go crazy for me, won't go crazy for no shawty
Old sh*t, new dude
Somеone go tell him, he rudе
Lil VultrGlovk, he rule
Lil VultrGlovk, he cool
pu**y ho
Eat the pu**y like cheerio
pu**y ho in my DM won't answer tho
What, what, what, what, what
Neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
Me and yo daughter having the sex in you and yo wife bed
Shoot him till he dead
Fill him up wit led
Dead b*t*h, paid
Maan that sh*t mad expesive get the f**k outta here
Oh wait i gotta do a song, f**k
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
Feeling like a superstar no David Bowie
Iced Out Rollie, Iced Out Rollie
You a diffirent bark, you not my dog, you not my homie
Shorty fast no flash
Take a photo of yo back
Oh wait no, i meant yo ass
Can you make it clap-clap?
Get out the door i dont care if outside its pitch black
p*ssing over Yomo's grave and that sh*t's no cap (Woo!)
Gangs in
Karate Kid like Jaden's in
I dont smoke green but we smoke him till we blazin (ugh)
b*t*h i got a girl why you still going crazy?
I need some space and im not talking KB
Why we all dying young, man RIP Kobe
For a while ive been 'lone, see
But now i got my gang with me
And there's no holding
Me back from the crown
Get away from the throne you's a clown
Now go bow down
Kings here no BS
King of New York's back, they free'd BS
That was before $$nizzy so that was BS
Got a lot of bodies but no heads
Bullets mad cheap so imma shoot till he dead
Got mercy tho won't do it in front of his own kid
But ill do that sh*t if he ever call me mid
