Rock Out lyrics

[Intro]
(DY Krazy)

[Verse 1]
Huh, I'm just talkin' my sh*t
Finally can say it paid off, big-ass rocks on my wrist
Tryna make some money, can't post on the block 'cause all the cops on our di*k
You was bros before you caught that time, went in and he was knockin' your b*tch
Really wish I could put a stop to this sh*t
Before I ever signed a deal, I was on the block with this sh*t
Speakin' of dead, I ain't get nothin' but a dead homie and a Glock with this sh*t
Say you f*ck with me, takin' pictures with all the opps, n*gga, I can't rock with this sh*t
If I go broke today, my Glock gon' have me, I bet a n*gga get popped with this b*tch

[Chorus]
f*ck n*ggas, huh, f*ck be wrong with 'em?
Catch an opp, he ain't gettin' no pass, I hope he got his chrome with him
Left the club, I sеnt them shooters, made G-Tonе 'nem go home with 'em
Tried to go on a drill, he crazy, dumbass got his phone with him
Rock out, pole, n*gga, I ain't scared of no n*gga
Tote Dracs and ARPs, we barely do no pistols
Can't rap that gangster sh*t, on a drill, you scared to go, n*gga
In this sh*t ten toes, n*gga, I would never fold, n*gga

[Verse 2]
I get high as f*ck, my Backwood, Wockhardt on me
Don't tell me to hold your blick in any situation, I'm not your homie
I ain't gotta show it on IG, lil' n*gga, I got it on me
I be slimin' these n*ggas out 'cause I know they fake and phony
You just met me, how you ready to kill for me?
Lotta of that n*ggas'll die for me, they ain't never said they gon' live for me
Labels mad as f*ck on my phone, they can't even get no deal from me
I don't know sh*t 'bout a dinner date, but you can come get this pill from me, b*tch
Why you tryna suck my di*k all of a sudden because I'm lit?
Man, hop out, we got tired of the blue lights, all these cars be legit
They ain't poppin' sh*t in them big-ass clothes, yeah, Marni don't fit
On some young n*gga sh*t, freak b*tch gon' suck my di*k every morning, I'm lit
[Chorus]
f*ck n*ggas, huh, f*ck be wrong with 'em?
Catch an opp, he ain't gettin' no pass, I hope he got his chrome with him
Left the club, I sent them shooters, made G-Tone 'nem go home with 'em
Tried to go on a drill, he crazy, dumbass got his phone with him
Rock out, pole, n*gga, I ain't scared of no n*gga
Tote Dracs and ARPs, we barely do no pistols
Can't rap that gangster sh*t, on a drill, you scared to go, n*gga
In this sh*t ten toes, n*gga, I would never fold, n*gga