Rock Out ft. E.T. Outta$pace Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, hand me my guitar, I'm finna rock out

Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm havin' too much fun with these racks, had to put it in the bag, can't fit in my pants

All of my niggas gon' pop out, ready to rock out like we was part of the band

Had to get fuck niggas out of my circle, bitch, I ain't fall off, it was part of the plan

Bitch actin' like she can't breathe, whenever I leave, like I got her heart in my hands

I just be smokin' and drippin' and fuckin' on bitches, I do what I want cause I can

It's hard for her to leave me alone, I'm rockin' V-Lone, it just got shipped from Japan

I'm movin' slow like I popped me a Xan, but I'm sippin' on lean, pour the Sprite out the can

And I just saw Supa the other day, know that's my brother, now free G-Marco out the can

My name ain't Ken, but bitch, I'm the man, talk to me nice, what the fuck you sayin

Came up out the dirt, used to play in the sand, now my bitch tryna get me to play with her friend

Wait, I'm lyin, did I just say that? My bitch too stingy, you know she gon' play that

She said that dick is for her whenever we fuck, like yeah, I know when she say that

Clean her real nice like I hit it with Ajax, roll up a sweet aromatic and face that

Foot on her neck, I'ma leave that bitch face flat, beat the bitch up from the back, tell her take that

I miss my gangster bitch, she had her face tat, don't take no pictures with me, bitch, erase that

She said, I'm hungry, Guap, where is my plate at? Whipped out my dick, told her, here, you can taste that

Turn the beat up, where the fuck is the bass at? Ran out of lean, where the fuck is the case at

Say you want weed, where the fuck is my cake at? I'm chasin' paper, lil' bitch, I don't chase cat

I made the blueprint, they tryna chase that, Fuckers, they smokin, man, they must've laced that

I just take off on these beats like a racetrack, I ain't trippin' off of these freaks, I'll replace that

Take your bitch back, boy, I don't wanna date that, uh, I just wanted to have a lil sex

She got it deep throat, whenever she suckin' that bitch, make the dick touch the back of her neck

I just be ballin' like I was Vince Carter, I do it ease, I ain't breakin' the sweat

I told her, lil' bitch, that I'm not tryna chill, I can't deal with the bitch, like she bringin' a check

Ayy, let me let this bitch ride for a second

Get my guitar on this bitch, I'm finna rock out

Get my guitar on this bitch, I'm finna rock out

Rock out, let's get it, let's go

I'm havin' too much fun with these racks, had to put it in the bag, can't fit in my pants

All of my niggas gon' pop out, ready to rock out like we was part of the band

Had to get fuck niggas out of my circle, bitch, I ain't fall off, it was part of the plan

Bitch actin' like she can't breathe, whenever I leave, like I got her heart in my hands