ROCK OUT Lyrics

I had to make some shit that you could rock out to

Got me feelin' like Pac, cuz a nigga got juice

Allergic to these bummy bitches, yeah, they make me achuuu, ahh ahh, achuuu

Please don't come out talkin' to me if it ain't About no money

I been grindin' through the winter, so I'm shinin' when it's sunny

Ain't got time to waste no time fuckin' with no crashin' dummies

Guess I'm cheatin' on my shorty, I'm in love with these hunnids

I'm just tryna fuck, I'm straight to the point, like decimal

See, they tried to write me off, but they shit ain't legible

Got some big cribs, niggas know I'm from the trenches, though

Seein' my brothers in the league, I can't lie, it give me hope

Just turned 25, got a nice cut but keep it low

I got diamonds on my zero to remind when I was broke

And lil' shorty bad, her everyday needs is minimal

Grabbed her lip gloss and that 9, and she said, bae, I'm good to go

Slidin' down the ave, eatin' some Ezells and drinkin' soda

Gotta watch, niggas, they'll use a bitch to get up on ya

I can't book a bitch, even though I'm hot as Arizona

They say my grammar bad, I be only tryna use the commas

I can talk shit, but usually I be tryna keep it calming

Have a threesome with her friend, but we just call it team bonding

Just upped a 50 ball, could probably catch Lil' Bazzy on the island

The Supreme King, nigga, I be coolin' off designer, yeah

Had to make some shit that you could rock out to

Got me feelin' like Pac, cause a nigga got juice

Allergic to these bummy bitches, yeah, they make me achuuu, ahh ahh, achuuu

Please don't come up talkin' to me if it ain't about no money

I been grindin' through the winter, so I'm shinin' when it's sunny

Ain't got time, to waste no time, fuckin' with no crashin' dummies

Guess I'm cheatin' on my shorty, I'm in love with these hunnids

Push to start the car, young boys, we had to take the 7

In my goyard, Janssports was all they was sellin

Fuck a bakery, mamateescakes is really heaven

In a space ship, niggas flyin' around like the Jetsons

In the Big Apple, shit ain't go as planned and that's the truth

I guess God didn't wanna see me take a bite of forbidden Fruit

I'm a humble dude, but when it's time for shows I raise the roof

Rap or Ballin, nigga, I can hold my own in any room

In a Big Apple, shit ain't go as planned and that's the truth

I guess God didn't wanna see me take a bite of forbidden Fruit

I'm a humble dude, but when it's time for shows I raise the roof

Rap or ballin, nigga, I can hold my own in any room

Had to make some shit that you could rock out to

Got me feelin' like Pac, cause a nigga got juice

Allergic to these bummy bitches, yeah, they make me achuuu, ahh ahh, achuuu

Please don't come up talkin' to me if it ain't about no money

I been grindin' through the winter, so I'm shinin' when it's sunny

Ain't got time to waste no time, fuckin' with no crashin' dummies

Guess I'm cheatin' on my shorty, I'm in love with these hunnids