Rock It ft. Que Money, Deanoboyyoucrazy & YNG4L Lyrics

She seen a couple G's, now she a freak

That ass new, but that pussy still weak

Gettin' to that bag, seven days up

every week

I don't even like to rest, sometimes I don't even sleep

Never catch me lackin', boy, I always got my glee

Talk dumb, I'ma hit that nigga in his teeth

I'm a hustler, baby, I don't even like the streets

Devin tell me never starve, cause a nigga gotta eat

Ayy, rockin' to the beat, she was naked in my sheets

Her makeup and nails done, she always on fleek

You know they talk about us when we pull up on the scene

I don't chase bitches, but they runnin' after me (yeah)

It's like this and like that

Baby from East Oakland, but she live out in the Sac

Where was you at when I was down doin' bad

You know I been on fire like it's NBA Jam (come on)

Okay, you know I been on fire like it's NBA Jam, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, bitch, you bad as fuck

If your pussy good, bitch, you get a Bentley truck

If the pussy weak, you suckin' dick for a week

If the pussy stink, then bitch, I gotta cheat (ayy)

Pum-pum-pum, a .22, Deanoboyyoucrazy, yeah, bitch, I'm a fool

Used to fuck the lunch lady back in high school

She sucked dick good and always cookin' food

You know I need a plate, bitch, I can't be rude

Pop me a bean, now I got my groove

Bulls a 96, bitch, I cannot lose

Bitch, I always been him, bitch, I been that dude, lil hoe

Practice, who need practice

Nigga, I do, I'm steady active

Yeah, I'm steady at it, bitch, add it up

Niggas already know that I'm dumb as fuck

Yeah, dumb as fuck, what you mean

I don't keep a high point, bitch, I keep me a beam

And I never drop shit on a bitch

Glock .45, cause I'm with that shit

Shit, fuck, here we go again

The devil knockin' at my door, fuck, I let him in

The bitch better have my money when I count to ten

I'm done fuckin' with you niggas

I don't need no friends

Yeah, I don't need no friends

All you niggas dead, like some loose hands

Pussy U-Haul, how I move in

Bitch, I be high as fuck, yeah, I be too lit

Bitch, I be too high

Hella weed smoke out the window when I drive by

Chop in the whip, eat some chicken like I'm Popeye's

Dope in the rental, meet the bitch on Temple

I got a pound for the cars and it's just that simple

Got a plug on the beams, we can meet in the middle

Keep me a lil', bitch, I keep me a lot

Said I got a four-pound when I'm bendin' the block (skirr)

Yeah, yeah, you know I be too lit

Me and the squad get it poppin' like a zit

Q sent me the method, I gotta make it flip

My girl on that G shit, she don't have to trip

I be lit, I be on

I don't wanna fuck, I'd rather fuck your mom

And she's shakin' that ass to this song

Don't worry, she won't be gone long