How We Rock Lyrics

HARM On The Track, Yeah

(TN)

I cannot fuck with these hoes

I get that money, I do it fasho

Yeah, I need like 50 for a show

Yeah, you know that we ready on go

Yeah, cop Audemars, the rose gold

Now I'm a rapper but trap on the low

Yeah, your shawty, she givin' me throat

Yeah, couch white, she in love with that blow, yeah

I cannot fuck with these hoes

I get that money, I do it fasho

Yeah, I need like 50 for a show

Yeah, you know that we ready on go

Yeah, cop Audemars, the rose gold

Now I'm a rapper but trap on the low

Yeah, your shawty, she givin' me throat

Yeah, couch white, she in love with that blow, yeah

You know I'll put you in your feelings

Ain't no feelings, turned me to a demon

I don't feel nun when they leave so don't need em

I don't feel nun when they leave so don't need em

I pour a 4 in a litre

Better be talkin' money for a feature

Yeah, I done been through some shit I can't speak of

Yeah, fuck a bitch and then leave her, don't need her

On my waist I keep my heater

Yeah, always put trust in my nina

Yeah, he ain't on shit, he a tweeter

Fuckin' his bitch, he ain't know she a cheater, yeah

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock, yeah

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we ro-o-ock

You know how we rock

I cannot fuck with these hoes

I get that money, I do it fasho

Yeah, I need like 50 for a show

Yeah, you know that we ready on go

Yeah, cop Audemars, the rose gold

Now I'm a rapper but trap on the low

Yeah, your shawty, she givin' me throat

Yeah, couch white, she in love with that blow, yeah

I cannot fuck with these hoes

I get that money, I do it fasho

Yeah, I need like 50 for a show

Yeah, you know that we ready on go

Yeah, cop Audemars, the rose gold

Now I'm a rapper but trap on the low

Yeah, your shawty, she givin' me throat

Yeah, couch white, she in love with that blow, yeah

Can't fuck with none of y'all, nah, y'all lame

I'm just coolin' in another lane

If y'all don't know me, well, TN's the name

Imma make it to the top of the game

Everything different, it don't feel the same

But one thing I know is that bitches is fake

So goofies and bitches got something in common

I guess that means that the two can relate

Show up when I need to, I never come late

Told family don't worry, I'll pour you a plate

Don't worry foenem, I'll make sure you straight

Imma make sure that you good and you ate

Up on my shoulders, I carry a weight

I wish we could go back to the old days

Please do not bother me, please go away

You pushin' on me shawty, you gotta wait

Uh

Uh-Uh-Uh

Yeah

Uh-Uh-Uh

Yeah

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock, yeah

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we rock

You know how we ro-o-ock

You know how we rock

I cannot fuck with these hoes

I get that money, I do it fasho

Yeah, I need like 50 for a show

Yeah, you know that we ready on go

Yeah, cop Audemars, the rose gold

Now I'm a rapper but trap on the low

Yeah, your shawty, she givin' me throat

Yeah, couch white, she in love with that blow, yeah

I cannot fuck with these hoes

I get that money, I do it fasho

Yeah, I need like 50 for a show

Yeah, you know that we ready on go

Yeah, cop Audemars, the rose gold

Now I'm a rapper but trap on the low

Yeah, your shawty, she givin' me throat

Yeah, couch white, she in love with that blow, yeah