ROCKOUT lyrics

[Verse]
AK
Never forgive, we don't never forget
Never forgive, we don't never forgive
We ain't for none, we don't never take sh*t
We don't leave without none, I'ma take me some sh*t
Ay, yellow tape me some sh*t
Ay, earthquake, Haiti this sh*t
How my clip just be shaking, I'm shaving yo' sh*t
Drop the pen, we erasing yo' sh*t
He pillow talk to these b*tches
Be honest, lil boy, that's a b*tch move
Ay, semi on me, who gon' hold me?
This sh*t got a grip like jiu jitsu
Ay, and n*gga, when sh*t hit the fan then you know that your ass getting hit too
Ay, I open my bag, pull a bank out it
Pull out the cash and don't think 'bout it
Uh, new 30 clip moving through some sh*t
You want some smoke, n*gga, do some sh*t
Come on now, who really do this sh*t?
Count a few thou' off YouTube and sh*t
I might just pop me a molly
We skate on n*ggas then pop 'em like ollies
He wanna act, put a cast on his body
I'm sipping on Actavis back at the lobby
n*ggas get strange when they notice they got clout
Popping a lot but that n*gga don't pop out
b*tch, I rock out with my Glock out
n*ggas ain't balling like NBA lockouts
Hundred round clip beat yo' face up, he need some make up
He need some milk, put that tape up
pus*y, you better not wake up
He gon' get wasted, tell all yo' homies don't wait up
Ay
Shoot a f*ck boy in his face
Hit his funeral, then shoot the wake up
Opps getting smoked up, the remains getting scraped up
If you not finna loc up or at least lace up, mouth better stay shut
Run up, run into a laser
Tell 'em take flight or get lost like Malaysia
Ugh
Sipping on Fanta, you n*ggas Fantasia
My sh*t hit sharp like a razor
Come serve yo' ass like a waiter
pus*y, you not serving packs, get yo' weight up
Load up and spray, empty out of that K, bruh
When n*gga get in my way, he go way up
And still, I got manners
We shot that boy down and we told him to stay up
[Hook]
Weapon on me, boy, f*ck your homies
Kill off his family 'til he get lonely
I keep that thang, you cannot run up on me
I bet he won't catch a shot for his homie
Weapon on me, boy, f*ck your homies
Kill off his family 'til he get lonely
I keep that thang, you cannot run up on me
I bet he won't catch a shot for his homie