Thouxanbanfauni - ROKK Lyrics

(Intro)BlickBleh34Ha(Chorus)Bands, stuckBag it upNigga get to close, bet that Glock back it up (Bah, bah, bah)Ratchets, thotties, baddies, fuckCan't be like these simp ass niggas out here who tryna cuffPounds, gas, grams, dopeNigga wanna be an opp to me, an enemy he get smokedSticks, blickies, dicksKeep that shit on my bedTotin' what I tote (Blick)Jacket, pockets, bank, big, O'sAin't nun' but O'sO's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's(Verse 1)Baddies, cats, trash right out the lot (Lot)Bags, full of drugs and cash out the spot (Hoo, spot, out the spot)Real rockstar, traphouse full of rocksRock, rock, rock, rock, full of rockRock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rockFull of rock, rock, rock, rock (How I rock)(Verse 2)Double C Chanel but I tripled up the racks (For real)Pourin' up a four, I done conjured up that act (Ugh)Had to curve a hoe I hit before, can't hit her back (Back)Crossed out every nigga who tried to stab me on my back (Back, back, back)Fucked 'bout every hoe, swear she wouldn't let me clap (Woo)Please don't run up on me, PTSD get you wacked (Brrt, brrt)Don't ever say you know me, talkin' loud we go way back (Uh uh)Never been the same ever since I lost Matt (Matt)Been had rank got my stripes, you get signed (Been had it)Been broke the bank, you gon' die tryna touch mine (Mine)Y'all gon' go broke tryna keep up with my guysMurder what she wrote, I need a bitch who shootin' slimeI don't want a friendly bitch who out here bein' kind (Nuh uh)Archive Rick, Archive Number (N)ineI don't like (?) Undercover over my boxers (Uh uh)And I don't fuck with nobody, that's just how I rock(Verse 3)Rock, rock, rock, that's just how I rockRock, rock, that's just how I rockRock, rock, that's just how I rockRock, rock, that's just how I rockRock, rock, that's just how I rockRock, rock, that's just how I rockRock, rock, that's just how I rockRock, rock, that's just how I rock(Chorus)Bands, stuckBag it upNigga get to close, bet that Glock back it up (Bah, bah, bah)Ratchets, thotties, baddies, fuckCan't be like these simp ass niggas out here who tryna cuffPounds, gas, grams, dopeNigga wanna be an opp to me, an enemy he get smokedSticks, blickies, dicksKeep that shit on my bedTotin' what I tote (Blick, bah)Jacket, pockets, bank, big, O'sAin't nun' but O'sO's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's