Rock Out Lyrics
Ugh
yeah yeah
Man what
Hook:
Rock out with that chop stick
Say they want some smoke
Got whole pounds of this za shit
Lil bra on some spin the block shit
Out the window with that broom stick
Then hop out with that mob stick
Doom doom doom doom
Come out the house this ain’t no knock bitch
Loafing with that thot hoe done got his top peeled
Pull up with a covid mask on like I got sick
Boy stop all them killing stories you ain’t shot shit
Verse 2 – YTB Fatt
Come out right now
300 fighters outside right now rest of them down the street
Rock out with that chop stick fuck shit up n***** ain’t cut like we
Make that chug the trip they don’t know who is it
N**** don’t shoot it’s me
Who the fuck Bagg gave two hunnid sumn thousand with four chains n**** that’s me
N***** better watch who they post up with
N***** better watch who they hanging with
N***** better watch who they slanging with
9x outta 10 n***** really a snitch
Bagg just called my phone 30 said where you at on the way
Let me put up this switch
Fox and nem’ ready to do it I just put a pack of gumbo on top of his shit
N****
Verse 2 – Moneybagg Yo
Ion care how you do it but get on em
Right now right now
Whatever it take bake a cake stick a bitch on em
It cost to go to war you know that don’t it
You lil n***** ain’t got no money to beef with me go get yo big homie n****
Foxes walking yo ass down with that chop stick
Bout to pull up on yo block letting that chop hit
Just cuz the pressure on lil n**** don’t mean you side switch
Or I’m just built different cuz I’m going out with who I came with
Hook:
Rock out with that chop stick
Say they want some smoke
Got whole pounds of this za shit
Lil bra on some spin the block shit
Out the window with that broom stick
Then hop out with that mob stick
Doom doom doom doom
Come out the house this ain’t no knock bitch
Loafing with that thot hoe done got his top peeled
Pull up with a covid mask on like I got sick
Boy stop all them killing stories you ain’t shot shit
Verse 3 – Lil Durk:
Man copycat you doing that thing I do cuz you a fan of me
In the raq one opp past out the car I call him new years eve
Shorty get on my nerve he think he irv he think he murder inc
I was in the trenches I wash my shirt inside the kitchen sink
You a copycat you do everything I do let me see sumn
Yo baby momma think you a killer but on the block you ain’t nothing
I done fucked my eye up took some months off dude he sub’n
Lucky I ain’t on the net cuz I would have trolled then would have got rubbed in
I continue whenever I want you know the trenches turn me up
See that’s bro but moneybag yo the first who gave me runtz
I be turning beats down guarantee you hear this cup
See that choppa got that glock sound and I know you ain’t getting up
Brttttt ahhh
Let’s get it