Rock Out Lyrics – Moneybagg Yo (feat. Lil Durk & YTB Fatt)
Ugh
Yeah yeah
Man what
Rock out with that chop stick
Say they want some smoke
Got whole pounds of this za ***
Lil bra on some spin the block ***
Out the window with that broom stick
Then hop out with that mob stick
Doom doom doom doom
Come out the house this ain’t no knock ***
Loafing with that *** *** done got his top peeled
Pull up with a covid mask on like I got sick
Boy stop all them killing stories you ain’t shot ***
Come out right now
300 fighters outside right now rest of them down the street
Rock out with that chop stick *** *** up niggas ain’t cut like we
Make that chug the trip they don’t know who is it
*** don’t shoot it’s me
Who the *** Bagg gave two hunnid sumn thousand with four chains *** that’s me
Niggas better watch who they post up with
Niggas better watch who they hanging with
Niggas better watch who they slanging with
9x outta 10 niggas really a snitch
Bagg just called my phone 30 said where you at on the way
Let me put up this switch
Fox and nem’ ready to do it I just put a pack of gumbo on top of his ***
***
Ion care how you do it but get on em
Right now right now
Whatever it take bake a cake stick a *** on em
It cost to go to war you know that don’t it
You lil niggas ain’t got no money to beef with me go get yo big homie ***
Foxes walking yo ass down with that chop stick
Bout to pull up on yo block letting that chop hit
Just cause the pressure on lil *** don’t mean you side switch
Or I’m just built different cause I’m going out with who I came with
Rock out with that chop stick
Say they want some smoke
Got whole pounds of this za ***
Lil bra on some spin the block ***
Out the window with that broom stick
Then hop out with that mob stick
Doom doom doom doom
Come out the house this ain’t no knock ***
Loafing with that *** *** done got his top peeled
Pull up with a covid mask on like I got sick
Boy stop all them killing stories you ain’t shot ***
Man copycat you doing that thing I do cause you a fan of me
In the raq one opp past out the car I call him new years eve
Shorty get on my nerve he think he irv he think he *** inc
I was in the trenches I wash my shirt inside the kitchen sink
You a copycat you do everything I do let me see sumn
Yo baby momma think you a killer but on the block you ain’t nothing
I done *** my eye up took some months off dude he sub’n
Lucky I ain’t on the net cause I would have trolled then would have got rubbed in
I continue whenever I want you know the trenches turn me up
See that’s bro but moneybag yo the first who gave me runtz
I be turning beats down guarantee you hear this cup
See that choppa got that glock sound and I know you ain’t getting up
Brttttt ahhh
Let’s get it