Rockout, Pt. 2

Aye 4dh

Ion give a fuck

Aye, Aye come here

They want me dead I got em first
We ruined all they plans
If you gon' step
You better stomp
Bitch you gon' lose yo head
I'm wit a bitch that you can't fuck
Because she know she bad
We like ten 10 deep bitch fuck these cuttas
We gon' beat his ass

I ain't gon trip off no lil bitch
Ion give a fuck bout none that shit
Hop out the car got on my chains
Who the fuck want war?
We all got sticks
Sludda gang 4dh
Look in the car prolly yo bitch
What he say slime?
Yeah no corona
Wipe his nose like that bitch sick

He said what about my gang?
Can't talk it out
Let's get this shit in order
Singin' bout murder
They steppin bitch yeah then we steppin' harder
I'm 2 and 0 wit this shootout shit
She get flew out bitch
My blood been boilin'
4dh but SFE
You rest in peace
Let's get it started

Hol' on where he at?
Fuck where he from
I get really violent
Tav ain't change
He 4dh
And hide yo bitch
That nigga wilin'
You gon' shoot at me and not say shit?
Bitch why you fuckin' hidin'
You niggas scary as a bitch
Why you silent?

Just blew a rack onside my bro's
I brought my stick in the mall
I got some bitches that wan fuck me off my name and that's all
To calm my nerves
Drop a bag
Hm, it's one call
.223 .762 rip through his face give em flaws

I can't keep a bitch
I got to many
Why she say she love me?
I could kill the boy
All on my own
Yeah save all em hunnids
We ain't runnin'
How you coming?
Real steppers yo bitch love it
I ain't trippin'
Bout my business
What you on?
Drum hold a hunnid

You ain't a killer if you can't look into his eyes
God please forgive me
Get the devil off my side
We all bleed the same
That bitch gon' bleed tonight

I'm tryna put em on a shirt and wear the shit
I get real disrespectful
I could take his soul and send em home
Just like a fuckin' reverend
Ion run from smoke I want it all
They say Tav he pressure
Big dog status
Gymnastics
If I tell em stretch em



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Writer(s): Tavien Williams
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