Rock'n Roll (feat. QuDawg)

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang

Aye

Aye, aye, aye

Ian on go for niggas if you ain't gang, No you can't stomp with us
That's fan shit how the fuck you gon roll with him, but you cant rock with us
I'm saying bitch cant name ah nigga in our age group, Thats topping us
Four five knock em down I throw it up, And call that angel dust

Lil Quenn Im the MVP, Niggas die if they come mess with me
Got answers if you testing me, Two glocks assum thats extra heat
No shorty can't get the best of me, She call me back for extra meat
Ion want relations stop texting me
Tell these bitch ass niggas dont question me

Inna SRT Im going fast, This ain't no stick shift
If she seeing me she gotta walk, No ion send Lyfts, We real swift
"Quen what happen to that last nigga?", He been dipped
Ion talk too much that switch go "Faaaa", Let off big clips

You better pray if you don't gun, Hawk nem chase shit down for fun
See red beams you better run, We charging shit leave niggas stunned
No mask on remember me?, Diss the dead you tempting me
Last nigga ran had heavy feet, Fa Fa Fa now watch em leak

Whole hood know that nigga did it, Og said "he wasn't with it"
Tell that bitch she need to quit it, Her son in the air that shit feel splendid
We do shit for greater good, All my chains on in the hood
Said it once he understood, Thot bitch told me "As you should"

Ian on go for niggas if you ain't gang, No you can't stomp with us
That's fan shit how the fuck you gon roll with him, but you can't rock with us
I'm saying bitch can't name ah nigga in our age group, Thats topping us
Four five knock em down I throw it up, And call that angel dust

Lil Quenn I'm the MVP, Niggas die if they come mess with me
Got answers if you testing me, Two glocks assum thats extra heat
No shorty can't get the best of me, She call me back for extra meat
Ion want relations stop texting me,
Tell these bitch ass niggas dont question me

Like a dread head hop inna stu, And I get locked in (Locked in)
Up that chrome and spray it, You know Foe nem just got them glocks in (On gang)
Niggas don't be factors, Ain't no reason we should plot in (What)
When I hit the mall, I don't know what store I should shop in

Been talking that real shit, They listen but don't hear me
Scratch off inna SRT, That bitch go fast cause its ah Hemi
Was broke down on my ass, But I wasn't asking for ah penny
Catch ah opp he hauling ass, And we gon do his ass like Ricky

Like Ricky Fack his bitch he shitty, Run up leave you sitchy
Monroe block thats where Im at, If niggas tryna get up with me
She see how Im spazzing, Now she goofy knowing that she miss me
Got ah glocky on me, It ain't holding nun less than ah 50

Glock with ah red, Green beam you know that
3400, You know where the lo at
See how i'm spazzing?, I could be ah poet
Mook gotta nick, And you know he gon tote that
Say you my brother, Fasho that
Niggas be talking, But never come to me and blow that
KMT gang I show that, Hop inna track onna E way you know ima float that

Might take em out for checks, Bad lil bitch she give me neck
Stop all that woofing onna book, And hit my phone and say its that
Oj Savv I be the best, They keep telling me Im next
You would've thought I left the gym, Cause when you see me ima flex

And ian stopping now, They used to say Im bummy now
Yo homie just got patched up, So ion think that its funny now
Running through ah sack, And all these bitches tryna hunt me down
If Quen throw me ah play, You know Im quick to get on dummy now

Hop up onna beat, You know im quick to get to splurging shit
She got me as her ringtone, He shitty and I know he sick
Yeah I'm making hits, Don't think it's sweet cause bitch I will blitz
These niggas they don't got no aim, You slide through and you will miss on gang