Rock Out
Rock out pop out
Just made a bag at the trap house
Fake spill jugging with the re rock
Turn ya hideout to a shootout
Say I ain't bussin nigga who not
Fuck that lil bitch till she tap out p
Took his pack reroute
He ain't gang he a simba he lien
Im from the block where it's summer and snows
Yo bitch just gave me the throat
Why just for a little bit of coke
She left with the sniffles no that ain't no cold
My block is on fire and it ain't even summer yet
That's your little bitch I need some of that
After I hit ain't no coming back
Damn that ass fat make it thunder clap
I'm from the front street right by the pool
Call me mr fixer keep me a tool
If your bitch go missing she with the crew
I ain't no beginner I know what to do
Flick of the wrist watch me whip it and bag it
Your boyfriends a bitch and I know he won't clap it
Pop out the zoo and you see me with savages
Just got a package now watch me do damage
She all in my face like a selfie
I'm dripping I'm melting
That little pussy screaming out help me
Say she want to dick all to her self
She can not help it man why she so selfish
Yo you do not have to go there
It's plenty of me you can share
My blood type is real rare
I climb in that pussy like stairs
Rock out pop out
Just made a bag at the trap house
Fake spill jugging with the re rock
Turn ya hideout to a shootout
Say I ain't bussin nigga who not
Fuck that lil bitch till she tap out p
Took his pack reroute
He ain't gang he a simba he lien
I let my nuts drag
Woods looking boofy ain't gotta brag
Im fucking ya bitch she bussin nuts
I wrap her hair up and I buss back
Money talking leave me alone
Im on the block at night till it's dawn
Work just touch ima get it gone
Athletic smoker in this blunt it's strong
Little bitch wanna fuck be but I wanna her dome
Subzero my teeith ice cold
I sold you fake lean you slow
Another play ringing hold up lil bro hello
Survey the area no we ain't lackin
Say he with the zoo we don't know what he jacking
Trapping wala gone magic
I got good gas that'll wreak out the plastic Gucci bandanna I slide on a mission
Ya bitch suck me good but We know you gone kiss her
Play with the gang you go missing
Step in blood like we walking in christians
I ain't with internet talking bout drugs na little nigga you know we ain't shipping
Rock out pop out
Just made a bag at the trap house
Fake spill jugging with the re rock
Turn ya hideout to a shootout
Say I ain't bussin nigga who not
Fuck that lil bitch till she tap out
Took his pack reroute
He ain't gang he a simba he lien
Just made a bag at the trap house
Fake spill jugging with the re rock
Turn ya hideout to a shootout
Say I ain't bussin nigga who not
Fuck that lil bitch till she tap out p
Took his pack reroute
He ain't gang he a simba he lien
Im from the block where it's summer and snows
Yo bitch just gave me the throat
Why just for a little bit of coke
She left with the sniffles no that ain't no cold
My block is on fire and it ain't even summer yet
That's your little bitch I need some of that
After I hit ain't no coming back
Damn that ass fat make it thunder clap
I'm from the front street right by the pool
Call me mr fixer keep me a tool
If your bitch go missing she with the crew
I ain't no beginner I know what to do
Flick of the wrist watch me whip it and bag it
Your boyfriends a bitch and I know he won't clap it
Pop out the zoo and you see me with savages
Just got a package now watch me do damage
She all in my face like a selfie
I'm dripping I'm melting
That little pussy screaming out help me
Say she want to dick all to her self
She can not help it man why she so selfish
Yo you do not have to go there
It's plenty of me you can share
My blood type is real rare
I climb in that pussy like stairs
Rock out pop out
Just made a bag at the trap house
Fake spill jugging with the re rock
Turn ya hideout to a shootout
Say I ain't bussin nigga who not
Fuck that lil bitch till she tap out p
Took his pack reroute
He ain't gang he a simba he lien
I let my nuts drag
Woods looking boofy ain't gotta brag
Im fucking ya bitch she bussin nuts
I wrap her hair up and I buss back
Money talking leave me alone
Im on the block at night till it's dawn
Work just touch ima get it gone
Athletic smoker in this blunt it's strong
Little bitch wanna fuck be but I wanna her dome
Subzero my teeith ice cold
I sold you fake lean you slow
Another play ringing hold up lil bro hello
Survey the area no we ain't lackin
Say he with the zoo we don't know what he jacking
Trapping wala gone magic
I got good gas that'll wreak out the plastic Gucci bandanna I slide on a mission
Ya bitch suck me good but We know you gone kiss her
Play with the gang you go missing
Step in blood like we walking in christians
I ain't with internet talking bout drugs na little nigga you know we ain't shipping
Rock out pop out
Just made a bag at the trap house
Fake spill jugging with the re rock
Turn ya hideout to a shootout
Say I ain't bussin nigga who not
Fuck that lil bitch till she tap out
Took his pack reroute
He ain't gang he a simba he lien
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Writer(s): Darnell Burroughs
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