Lets Rock lyrics

[Intro]
Sizzun, [?]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Double cup, I pour the blood on the rocks
Get chopped like a [?]
Pretty Boy Mansion, poor blood in my sprite
These n*ggas know better, I dont got no opps
On highway to hell, f*ck with 'em, we get high
I'm twistin' that cup, she twistin' my locks (Goooo)
Demon with stick with a scope and a MAC
You kissing that b*tch, I just bust in her mouth
[?]
I feel like I'm [?] off the lot
I'm beating the box like I'm beatin' the block
I don't understand 'cause [?] much guap
They see me [?]
I knock off ya top when I pull out the chop
I cast a love spell then I flex on my friends
Can't beef with these n*ggas 'cause they got no racks
The internet [?]
I keep me a stick boy this sh*t not a game
OD'ful thoughts got me goin' insane
These bullets is cursed I don't gotta have aim
Now he [?], he get cropped out the frame
Yeah, b*tch
You cuffin' that b*tch but I know she a fiend
I step on a hoe like I step on this beat
You know I keep [?] stop trynna be me
[?] this chopper, [?]
We pop out at night wit them sticks and we creep
I hit him with stick and he flew out his sneaks
I heard that lil' tape but that sh*t was so weak
You better off buying a feature from me