ThouxanBanFauni - ROKK lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni - ROKK lyrics]
34 ha
Bands, stuck bag it up
Nigga get to close, bet that Glock back it up
(Bah, bah, bah)
Ratchets, thotties, baddies, fuck
Can't be like these simp ass niggas
Out here who tryna cuff
Pounds, gas, grams, dope
Nigga wanna be an opp to me
An enemy he get smoked
Sticks, blickies, dicks
Keep that shit on my bed
Totin' what I tote (Blick)
Jacket, pockets, bank, big, O's
Ain't nun' but O's
O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's
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 rocks
Rock, rock, rock, rock, full of rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Full of rock, rock, rock, rock (How I rock)
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 guys murder what she wrote
I need a bitch who shootin' slime
I don't want a friendly bitch
Who out here bein' kind (Nuh uh)
Archive Rick, Archive Number (N) ine
I don't like Undercover over my boxers
(Uh, uh) and I don't fuck with nobody
That's just how I rock
Rock, rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Rock, rock, that's just how I rock
Bands, stuck bag it up
Nigga get to close, bet that Glock back it up
(Bah, bah, bah)
Ratchets, thotties, baddies, fuck
Can't be like these simp ass niggas
Out here who tryna cuff
Pounds, gas, grams, dope
Nigga wanna be an opp to me
An enemy he get smoked
Sticks, blickies, dicks
Keep that shit on my bed
Totin' what I tote (Blick, bah)
Jacket, pockets, bank, big, O's
Ain't nun' but O's
O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's, O's